Cooler Than Me (feat. Mike Posner) [Remix] - Jim Jones

(Dirty South) (What the, fuck?) Check, uh Ayrtn, why you so certi? (How?) Bruddas know I go ham Bruddah sanders like Bernie (Bernie true, Bernie true) Yes, bitch I'm a dog And I go woof like Bertie (woof) And I got tekkers in the field Bully him like Van Persie (bow) Alternation, I'm swervy (brr) So high tonight in the party (hmm) Losick call this a iCarly (yo) Lookin gorgeous, sippin Bacardi And a bad ting, she tryna get narky (nice) Sad she looks like a barbie Yeah I'm Seke-Wop they call me so gnarly Got a bad ting, she looks like Aaliyah Can't find my weed, my phone or my car keys (woah woah) Bad bitch tryna finesse get swerved on, man better switch lanes (man better switch lanes) Ain't gonna stop til I get some diamond rings and a big chain (ching hmm nice) Yeah I'm Seke Wop, man are so real, man are never gonna change (no way) Man try send for me but I swerve that, man are like Luke Cage (brap brap) (woah woah) And I be swervin the lanes (swerve lanes) Yeah, I been gettin' this dough and doin' these shows, yeah I'm gettin paid (yeah I'm gettin paid) Bad ting doing the split, all up on the dick, I'm goin insane (mwah) Bruddas they always chat shit, until they get hit, with the yoga flame (yoga flame hmm) Man you niggas all lame (bow) But see me I'm tryna get stoned (hmm stoney) I'm so hot like hell, and I shine bright like chrome (wow, wow) You man chillin like snore, like say you niggas go home (in a bit) Medical piff to my lungs, medical piff to the dome (phew) Bruddas know I'm sittin on the throne (true) I flip up the beat, I turn it around, then I compress dat uUh) I'm so fly like a jetpack (true) Came in the rave all jet black (nice) See the price, I might take dat (nice) See a baddie widda fat back (ha nice!) See a baddie I might press dat (hmm) She look nice like snap hat (ay) Bruddas know I got ham Bunning amm in Amsterdam (true ay) Bruddas like it, what a sham, I keep them niggas far from man (no way) Look at the tick on my creps, you know I just pull up and flex (nice, nice) I'm cashin cashin these cheques, I'm comin like I'm Ashbeck (woah, money) Ayrtn, why you so certi? (Like how?) Bruddas know I go ham Bruddah sanders like Bernie (Bernie true, Bernie true) Yes, bitch I'm a dog And I go woof like Bertie (woof) And I got tekkers in the field Bully him like Van Persie (bow) Alternation, I'm swervy (brr)

Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü dostum vardı Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü düşüm vardı Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü aşkım oldu Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü hatam oldu Ve her şeye rağmen Pişman değilim Her şeye rağmen Pişman değilim Ama yine de (ama yine de) Bazen düşündüğümde (bazen düşündüğümde) Bir gün gelir de (bir gün gelir de) Yaşarım ben de yine (yaşarım ben de yine) Tüm aşklarım (tüm aşklarım) Yalan mıydı, ey Tanrım? (Yalan mıydı, ey Tanrım?) Çok yalnızım (çok yalnızım) Eriyorum yavaş yavaş, yavaş yavaş Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü dostum vardı Ben ölmeden önce Bir sürü hatam oldu Ve her şeye rağmen Pişman değilim Her şeye rağmen Pişman değilim Ama yine de (ama yine de) Bazen düşündüğümde (bazen düşündüğümde) Bir gün gelir de (bir gün gelir de) Yaşarım ben de yine (yaşarım ben de yine) Tüm aşklarım (tüm aşklarım) Yalan mıydı, ey Tanrım? (Yalan mıydı, ey Tanrım?) Çok yalnızım (çok yalnızım) Eriyorum yavaş yavaş, yavaş yavaş

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.)