Get On Jones

He said
"I need a motha fucka get on Jones
You people'll be here all na'ight"
I snuck'up the roof to throw tha' bones
You know it'll be alra'ight
Go tell the press about what I do
And I'll impress 'em som'mo
About that time I drank that tonic brew
A sonic punch to tha' floor

Alright
Alright
Alright

I need a chance to grow my funky'do
I want the dreads on my head
I snuck'up the roof to smoke witchoo
And disregard what they said
Go tell your - people - media
Encylopedias
(Be tha'spurn)
That I'moan let it burn

"Cause I been smokin' for so long"

I think it's time that you learn
Alright Alright
Man yeah
What's amatter with me?
You Alright?
Huh?
You Alright?
What's amatter with me?

Alright
Alright

I need a woman
At the end of my day
Wan'be a Muse for a bit
But they come at me
Like they throwin' a fit
And then complain what they get

Go tell your Met-er-Os
They prolly betta know
How to cow-tow bow
"I'll keep on ramblin' (on my way)"
"Now's the time the time is now"



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Writer(s): Kevin Kerr
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