Gunshot (feat. BEAM) - Jim Jones

This your bum short Is a gunshot Oh no Huncho Vibes I love her body I love her body (Purri bang bang) I love her body I love her body I love her body I love her body (Yeah, yeah) Let's make love tonight Lemme tease ya I know a lot, lemme teach ya Book a flight, don't need visa Omo you smoking hot, burning rizzla Pass the light, pass the liquor Love you like chicken pizza She say "Oh" When no be say you be baby I no dey for your drama I say I no dey for your yawa She say "Oh" When no be say you be baby I no dey for your drama I say I no dey for your yawa This your bum short Is a gunshot my chargie Gunshot my chargie Gunshot my chargie See the way wey you dey move With your bum short my chargie I wan touch my chargie Gunshot my chargie I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body yeah yeah I love her body (Love her) I love her body I love her body (Yeah, yeah) I love her body (Love her body yeah yeah) Normally, normally, normally I let her Take control over me, Arteta My controller I cover you, cover you, cover you ya Body preach hallelujah Bad gyal, Fendi drip, iwe puta She say "Oh" When no be say you be baby I no dey for your drama I say I no dey for your yawa She say "Oh" When no be say you be baby I no dey for your drama I say I no dey for your yawa This your bum short Is a gunshot my chargie Gunshot my chargie (My chargie) Gunshot my chargie (My chargie) See the way wey you dey move With your bum short my chargie I wan touch my chargie Gunshot my chargie I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Love her) I love her body (Yeah yeah) I love her body (Love her) I love her body I love her body yeah yeah I love her body (Love her body yeah yeah) Swaps, swaps

I heard you say to me you wanna be my number one So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun So if you wanna be my number one, If you wanna be my number one Let me know your future plans I heard you telling friends that you are my number one But not yet, my little sister, now the game has just begun So if you wanna be my number one, If you wanna be my number one Let me know your future plans Let me know Just try to do the things good to me 'Cause what is to be got to be So if you wanna be my number one, tell me, If you wanna be my number one Let me know your future plans, won't you sister I heard you say to me you wanna be my number one So let's talk about it, sister, Now the game has just begun Just begun So if you wanna be my number one, If you wanna be my number one Let me know your future plans Let me know I just wanna know If you wanna be my number one My number one Never ever hurt this man, And you'll be my number one If you wanna be my number one If you wanna be my number one Let me know your future plans Let me know Let me know If you wanna be my number one Number one Let me know

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.)