I could rob a bank in an ol' Mustang I could fight the cops with my bare two hands End up in jail eatin' microwave hell But I'm a little smarter than that I could even wait 'til the night got late Maybe with some fog and rain too Steal all the riches from them greedy sons of bitches And send in my story to the news Then you'd have somethin' to talk about Tell 'em I'm Jesse James Yeah we'll make 'em all believe it Nah, there ain't no doubt That I will give you somethin' to talk about Take to a bar and drink like a sailor And take home a married woman Tell her that I love her when her man walks in And puts a hollow point in my head Later on at the funeral, everyone is cryin' I could bust out of the casket that my momma picked out Dance all around the jolly good fellow Well then you'd have, then you'd have Somethin' to talk about Tell 'em I've gone insane Yeah, we'll make 'em all believe it Nah, there ain't no doubt That I will give you somethin' to talk about Talk about Ooh, get to talkin' Then you'd have Somethin' to talk about Tell 'em I'm strung on cocaine Yeah, we'll make 'em all believe it Nah, there ain't no doubt That I will give you somethin' to Somethin' to talk about Tell 'em I'm high as a plane Yeah, we'll make 'em all believe it Nah, there ain't no doubt That I will give you Somethin' to talk about Yeah, yeah Somethin', somethin' to talk about

I can hear my ears ringing Behind my back says you'll never be anything Standing toe to toe to me They pat my back, we always knew you'd be somebody I can see right through it That smile on your face seems a little crooked I'm so sick and tired of staying up all night Worried you'r opinions gonna change the way I'm living Won't you step inside take a look at my life Walk a mile in my shoes see what you been missing Tell me do they both fit Did they give you something Something to talk about Oh, when the light come on You think I'd have 1000 Friends singing my songs But when the night ends Someone gotta go run their mouth Talking bout things they know nothing about I'm so sick and tired of staying up all night Worried you'r opinions gonna change the way I'm living Won't you step inside take a look at my life Walk a mile in my shoes see what you been missing Tell me do they both fit Did they give you something Something to talk about Am I lost and found Well it's a shame I'm looking in with the wrong growd Guess you got me figured out, upstairs looking down Anything to entertain you when I'm not around Not around I'm so sick and tired of staying up all night Worried you'r opinions gonna change the way I'm living Won't you step inside take a look at my life Walk a mile in my shoes see what you been missing Tell me do thet both fit Did they give you something Yeah, something to talk about Something to talk about I'll give you something to talk about, yeah Keep on running ya mouth I'll give you something to talk about

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.)