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Clowns don't come around, pound i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump Jumpin' down, style, over those I polly Then merk-o from squalie, and Roberto Cavali mami We feelin' them scoobies, you them gucci's booby Get it right, its Pucci, hoochie (hoochie) Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the lives Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck On the yacht with glocks, we sum sailors You old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls toes, im so cold, my dough folds Killa!
[Chorus: Jim So get your parachute, and row your boat Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the o'y'all Gettin closed by the I my code from the set, I took my oath to the death I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem And rat roach infested, them black po's in stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the side And they always reside, and so much raw yay, You all them boys be outside them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we the slums You our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred on the block the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin bow's for the rocks Look i came up that, cookin' that came from crack New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
Jim Jones] So get parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, bo! Bo! bo! Now your row boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!
Santana] I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie! that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the We move with the tune boy, we and move boy Yes you could say we are the of rude boys Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet I wanna juice girl Grippin good, pimpin good, good, shit is good, test me, lets see I a nigga would (aye) Y'all kids is a waste, when i clips is a waste alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse Nigga i high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm high So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why Whoaa...
Jim Jones] So get your parachute, and row boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high We fly high, bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!