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