Luxury Lies (feat. Big Body Bes) - Jim Jones

Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh) It's me, it's me (Uh-huh) I was hatched in '83 (Yeah) Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now Just leave this shit, man If I choose the right horse (Uh) I'mma buy a white Porsche (Uh) Never take the night off (Uh) Sayin' that my mind's off (Uh) Ever since I came out (Uh) I been handin' pain out (Uh) Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out Hey now On the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (Uh) One more year, I'll be on Lake George, retired (Just one) Big steak like a Jeep tire (Uh) Season up some biceps and throw 'em in deep fryer I been high since I was this big, yeah I been high since I was this big, stupid I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (It's true) Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (Uh) Mash the pedal of the 850 Sound like the thunder crackin' I'm in a club with a condom on (Hahaha) All Under Armour on (Yeah) And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out Don't make me bring the white guitar out Like the one in Wayne's World That was shinin' in the window Since 13, I been a nympho Fuck, That's Delicious on box set Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (Uh) You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier (It's me) I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (Ho!) Holy shit I been high since I was this big, motherfucker And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun

Babe, don't make a sound 2:00 a.m. love gotta keep it down (keep it down) Don't wait around for a signal now Gimme some verbs, I ain't talking nouns (I'm naughty) You wanna ride in the 6 You wanna dine in The Six (dine in The Six) But when I lean for the kiss You said I'll probably send you some pics And I'm like Hell nah, been waiting too long (I've been waiting) Hell nah, I want that crew love (don't leave, baby) Hell nah, been waiting too long (I've been waiting) Hell nah, I want that crew love Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah (Babe, babe, babe, babe) (Babe, babe, babe, babe) Babe, just hit the pedal If things going wrong it's just incidental My bad, never got the memo But you never have fun while you're in the limo, yeah If you wanna ride in the 6 You wanna dine in The Six (dine in The Six) But when I lean for the kiss You said I'll probably send you some pics And I'm like Hell nah, been waiting too long (I've been waiting) Hell nah, I want that crew love (don't leave, baby) Hell nah, been waiting too long (I've been waiting) Hell nah, I want that crew love Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah Body on my, losing all my innocence, yeah Body on my, grinding on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah On my, on my, on my, on my innocence, yeah

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.)