Clockwork (feat. Juelz Santana) - Jim Jones

King of Kings It is what it is I'm the king Yo soy Don Conteo Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando mi combo, forma un alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Salte, que va pasando mi combo Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Que va pasando mi combo Mami tú la matas sola Apodera esa tela Si el record te controla El negro te consuela Rompe esa consola Con Nelly la vuela Como se musea La Miss Piel Canela, eah eah Que es pura candela Incienso y vela A lo vieja escuela Ella tiene ese embrujo Que a mi combo desvela No le des avena O te vas por pela, eah eah Que es pura candela Incienso y vela A las 11, hay escuela Ella tiene ese embrujo Que a mi combo desvela No le des avena O te vas por pela Marchen Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Salte, que va pasando mi combo Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Que va pasando mi combo One for the money Two for the cars Three for the gangstas Four for the broads Hey, mira mami, ven acá, aquí Hey! Bring it over here Hey! Come and have a seat Sit with a gangsta Kick it with a gangsta Me and Don Omar This shit is gangsta Smoked a jova Took the pistola Say something stupid Te exploto la boca We on we rich, stop it you can't beat Lady see us, se baja los panties Put 'em down, put 'em low, put 'em slow Throw 'em at me baby I'll catch 'em, I'm a pro Puerto Rico, oh Black people, oh Everybody that's on perico, oh Put your hands up, stand up This is more than just a jam This is history (Uno, dos, tres, cua-) Ella sin ropa Te flota en las tropas Burbujas que se estrujan Con un Champagne en copa Si se pone las botas La nota te explota Házlo suavecito Que solita se azota Se toca to'a Te aprieta como boa Su beso de malta Y te sabe hasta a cocoa Ella anda con un combo Que dice que va a to'as Eso lo vemos ahora, ahora Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Salte, que va pasando mi combo Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Que va pasando mi combo Socio no me ronques Porque Vas a sentir el torque No te toque', ni nos provoque' O te dejo caer el bote Socio no me ronques Porque Vas a sentir el torque No te toque', ni nos provoque' O te dejo caer el bote Marchen Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando mi combo forma un alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Salte, que va pasando mi combo Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Marchando las gatas forman alboroto Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Que va pasando mi combo (Marchen) Esto es King of Kings, papi (Juelz Santana, you know) Don Otra cosa (King of Kings) (Don Omar) Este es Nelly El Arma Secreta Un clásico, a lo' bolsillo' Lo presenté yo, tú sabe' (El Arma Secreta) Nelly Tú sabes, tú sabes (They know) Naldo (Nelly The Secret Weapon) (King of Kings) Don

Dip Set in the building (killa) Juelz, you on yo own man, lets go Dip set, dip set, dip set, dip set Dip set, dip set, dip set, dip set Dip set, dip set, dip set, dip set Dip set, dip set, JUELZ (DIP SET) Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Yo i be wit a gang-a-gangs who hang and bang Animals, orangitangs, hammers move bangers bang Damnit, do the game unchanged I got a ho selection, a whole collection A whole selection, of my ho collection And im big pimpin stick dippin quick shippin Bitch listen this isnt no damn game in here Yeah whole bird gangs in here like Kurt Cobain was here YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH And im dangerous yeah brainless yeah Stainless here, aim at ya, bang at ya Ya'll some dead muthafuckas And my diddy bop, barge through the city block Hard wit the pretty glock, dodge or you gettin shot Then its to the bar, hard liquor get a shot Get a braud get a hot, get a ho give a cop Go, its yo birthday, go go Drink it girl im cumin i know you thirsty Harlems my birthplace, tombstone dirtplace Doomsday goonsday, tuesday to thursday Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Jump, start, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAAAYY Im lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again No homo but they cockin em 4-4's and them glocks in em They the paparazzi's They the livest posse's Kamikaze, nazi nazi, copy poppy Im a baller baller Youre not at all a baller Thats why a scossed your daughter Left her home call her call her Im in a low BM Get wit ya old BM Weed smokin OZM Trojans and petroleums Yeah and i just in case a whole is thin Take it off bend it over throw it in Work it work it Oops, squirt it squirt it Oops, oopsy days, boo im craze Choo choo trains, cookoo man Zooloo gangs, im old school like Bam Botta no mans hotter The damn dotta i jam proper, your mans notta Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Juelz dip dip Santana set set When he grip grip Nigga text text Who you wit wit Throw up yo set Dip set dip set dip set what (ooowww) Santana, Killa Jim Jones, Freaky Killa You already know what it is My man Juelz Santana That boy got that crack man Diplomat records man

Ay! Here we go! Colli boy! Wh-wh-what's the scenario? Huh? Me and Mario comin' through your stereo So young, so fly, so rich I know you gotta hate this Let me watch I don't wanna take 'em off just yet let me watch Let me watch I don't wanna take 'em off just yet let me watch you I can be all the man you wanna come home and talk to Can't wait to take those right off you Wanna do anything you need If you just, please, open up, please Let me watch, please, let me watch you Pillowcases by the hot fireplace Watch the bubbles overlap while I pour one in the glass I came here to watch you, baby, to watch you Don't be afraid of the couch 'cause, baby, I got you Better yet, go and get up, I ain't gon'tell you again Why don't you stand over me and let me see what it is? And maybe my tastin' with your rotation Will show you why I couldn't wait to get to the crib Damn you feel so good to me I figured I should just take some time And only do what a man needs to do When a man there to keep his woman pleased What you want again? Wanna make sure that you come again Wanna be the one you call again To fulfill all your needs I can be all the man you wanna come home and talk to Can't wait to take those right off you Wanna do anything you need If you just, please, open up, please Let me watch, please, let me watch I can be all the man you wanna come home and talk to Can't wait to take those right off you Wanna do anything you need If you just, please, open up, please Let me watch, please, let me watch you No sheets, ghetto, keepin' it ghetto Birthday suit, baby all in stilettos Baby, come here, baby, baby, come here And let me give you what homie wasn't able to give Don't be scared about it Go on and put your hands around it Damn, you put your hands around it Girl, what you're doin' If I play with that, think about it Do that lil' thing around it Don't you dare try to leave without this Just keep doin' what you're doin' Don't, don't take it out, baby, don't take it out You could take as much time as you want, take it out Trust me, I won't hit that and be gone Just fulfill all your needs I can be all the man you wanna come home and talk to Can't wait to take those right off you Wanna do anything you need If you just, please, open up, please Let me watch, please, let me watch you Damn, shawty got it goin' on From her head to her clothes, how she throw it on But I'm tryin' to see her take it off It's like football, I plan on goin' long, hut hut I plan on goin' deep You the ground, I'm the casket, I'm goin' six feet Yeah, baby, I'm a fully loaded freak One in the head, don't make me bust off my piece Them other dudes soft like sheets Me, I'm tryin' to get you on my sheets Tobago shorts say 'pink' Oh, those Victoria's Secrets And I know how to keep a secret So I won't tell nobody what we did No but we could chill and pop Heavy bottles We can ride in the Phantom while the Bentley follows I can be all the man you wanna come home and talk to Can't wait to take those right off you Wanna do anything you need If you just, please, open up, please Let me watch, please, let me watch you Let me watch you 'cause I can be the man You wanna come home to, baby That'll do anything that you need Oh baby, oh please, let me watch you

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.)