..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are
Clowns don't around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and 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 the nine lives Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye My touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug You old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls Slow toes, im so cold, my folds Killa!
[Chorus: Jim So get parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly We fly high, bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the o'y'all Gettin by the jets I learned my code the set, I took my oath to the death I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring Cams from the wing, the westside of harlem And rat roach infested, black po's in vests's stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town Thats where grams be found, breeze through the broadway side And they always reside, and so much raw yay, You all them boys be outside With them and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we the slums You know our 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 from that, cookin' came from crack New boys man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
[Chorus: Jim So get your parachute, and row your 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 plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!
[Juelz I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie! Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be Shoved in your for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and boy Yes you could say we are the Rudest of boys Move that, do that, juke girl, who dat who dat who dat girl I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet I juice that girl Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see I a nigga would (aye) kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high i'm high So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i know why Whoaa...
Jim Jones] So get parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them 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 planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!