to the throne too So one day, to avoid his fate He danced his way right out the castle gates Never to be seen again (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
the breeze When I heard a strange voice coming straight from the sea It was the voice of the Captain calling for me (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
hum, a ditty ditty ditty dum She may be pretty With hair full of curls But don't let her fool you She's a tricky gypsy girl (Thanks to Hollow Jones
fuckin' curve jump You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump Stupid if you wanted dawg These hollow
There's a story to tell about mister Jones He rides adventure into the night Not a man of iron but a man with goals He opens dreams to let in light Breaking
Writer Earl Montgomery Copyright 1968 (with George Jones, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris) The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me A
' 'El P is here to spark it' Alright bring that down though One two When I walk I stomp out messages MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear
, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle At night on Expedition, I got a jones
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them
Stompers JSPCD3406 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Now ruther be dead Sleepin' in a hollow log Now ruther be dead An sleepin' in a hollow log An to
without motion No spirit lives in there The cord had been broken His skin was reptile No life in there Not young not old A long hollow glare His breath
Consume. Defecate. Consume again. Hollow and empty. Consume. And this is where we're at. Running in reverse. I'll tell you what you need to be through
Mer De Noms 1: The Hollow Run desire run Sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming
sure to follow Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow [Verse 8 - Chamillionaire
, I speak for criminals Who don't pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads
the type that have to shed blood Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped I'm still wit my hood, hollow
I am so tired; Bone scratched and empty too Always I have waited But I've never known such wonder Trace me in gray Cold comfort, and hollow brow Black
