In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) One man mötley crüe with these girls, girls, girls Ain't my fault they string me 'long like some pearls, pearls, pearls And my heart too big I wanna love, love, love But I end up hating me even more, more, more Then I end up downtown in a twin turbo horse Revving up my engine at some Broadway girls And say you wanna skirt some curves I'm local to all gas and the heartbreak hurts I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) I'm a backwoods bandit some don't understand it I'm a star because the stars are truck bed and a blanket Ladies love me cause my accent and I'm crazy They go out in skirts I offer outskirts and danger Hard born rang of thing I'm no stranger Cruising through music city with one in the chamber Too wild to tame too lone to stray Living too fast to be anybody's second place I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night Don't try to call my phone in the middle of the night If I ain't with you in the morning don't hit me when the moon's bright I've been riding around the city in my mustang Thinking 'bout how you and me could be a thing I couldn't hear you over my exhaust when you called The shit you put me through I don't think we can resolve I ain't no Broadway girl baby yeah don't get that shit twisted I keep a nine on my hip in case these bitches start tripping I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)