We Still Here Man on a mission Ill disposition Thats the way a nigga livin Looks like I spent my days out fishin Never underestimate the vision Listen Roll through the city like I wont lose Hard to get around when your hearts so heavy So I choose to sing blues from a brand new Chevy Stack into the ceiling And I wont look back Put it on a line for my family Thats a fact Call up my partners and they got my back Flow so tight that its never off track I tried to overcome all my obstacles Theres so much in life you cannot control So I just close my eyes and let go Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Just for you And you too if you could read light Hundred miles speed on the free way Yeah I live life without an E break I feel in love with free silence I never divorced it In a car heading down to a funeral Ugly thing on a day so beautiful This is a shame cause weirdness is usual No bank account You can hit me on a bank pall I wanna say that Im okay now Put my bank down since I came out And you not Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Just for you Momma said: look how big you are Wish your grandfather could have seen you get this far Hed be proud Pour some liquor out for my dogs On my 2 feet Im trying to deal with this fame and loss Critical thing can happen Were just stayin alive You ain't real You be playin' the sides You would sell your soul for money and attention With a day on the job Come on But in fact were still here Tell the world just to come home And switch gears It aint hard to keep it real so chill If you aint ready Why youre tryin to play in the field? Were workin to get here with confidence Shorty can say it for real But Im here for the world Nigga pass the mic Drama, drama with an innocent shot Wht more do you want? Ive given everything that I got Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Tell me what more do you want? Ive been givin everything I got Lets take a shot To the fact that were still here Blow so many along the way I can pour out liquor all day long Thats why I write these songs Just for 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.)