Chicken Fried Rice (feat. 5am, Yo Gotti & Trav) - Jim Jones

Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Ain't wanna see me ball Amma go ahead and ball Amma stand real tall Cuz dominoes gon fall Got the rock in my hand Trey Young gon score Need gon check the score Cuz I'm up for sure I had to gone shake the law At least I know my flaws I'm the one she saw This no facade I make the music Mozart And I came from far Remember walking no car In the streets got scars I played a real big part Like Noah's arc I had to go make it spark You can say I'm smart I've been grinding from the start I ain't put it in park I had to turn into shark I'm Da Vinci with this art Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Epidemic wasn't planned Still had to make a plan Go ahead and get the bands Amma do the money dance Got no time for only fans I told her meet up that's the plan Now she my favorite fan Zaza filling up my glands That's the vice I chose I stand tall ten toes That tried to ban me Pete Rose I kept going I ain't fold I heard your single so so No competition I dozed I ain't sell my soul Why you fold like clothes Not loyal I suppose Fake shit get exposed Not me don't oppose Make em' pull up with the pole Amma do a couple shows Then amma hop off in the rolls I still got some bigger goals Get the green tadpole Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice Every so often get a new device Then you reinvest the money And get a bigger slice Amma keep it steaming like shrimp fried rice Amma speak my right Amma live my life Nigga take my advice don't stay with the vice Know they heart cold like a pack of ice

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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.)