Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie) Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds Killa! [Chorus: Jim Jones] So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!