Sit Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Dicky & E-40) - Kent Jones

(Cypress) Rain rain, rain rain rain They tryna, rain rain, rain rain rain Tryna rain on my parade, rain on my parade, ooh ooh They tryna rain on my parade, tryna rain on my parade Rain on my parade, rain on my parade, yeah, yeah Why they wanna play their games on me? (Why they wanna?) Why they hate on me? UH! It's 40-izm, my ninjas I've been doin' this since Khaleesi And dragons was baby lizards (I swear) Professional sucka ducker, duckin' suckas Got more game than Dave & Buster's (Dave & Buster's) Ever since I came up outta the Uterus and the placenta (What happened?) Solid nigga, ain't never been a pretender They got my name in they teeth like a cavity (Like a cavity) I'm allergic to suckas like peanut allergy (Peanut allergy) If it wasn't for the struggle, I wouldn't have bubbled and wiggled up to the top (Top) If it wasn't for haters, I wouldn't be able to work or straight my plot (Plot) The life I'm livin' is mannish and it's throwed like a Frisbee Got a couple of crash dummies that'll put one in your kidney Like Moses, gotta keep a stick (Keep a stick) Just in case they talkin' about Gettin' me over wit' (Gettin' me over wit') Got a glue trap for them mouses (Mouses), a shovel for you snakes (Snakes) What I say behind your back (Back), I say it to your face (BIATCH!) Rain rain, rain rain rain They tryna, rain rain, rain rain rain Tryna rain on my parade, rain on my parade, ooh ooh They tryna rain on my parade, tryna rain on my parade Rain on my parade, rain on my parade, yeah, yeah Why they wanna play their games on me? (Why they wanna?) Why they hate on me? Yeah, uh, peel off in my 48th sports car I grew up on My Ghetto Report Card Yeah, and Water told me I be goin' hard I just fill in the blank, that's my fourth bar I soaked up the game back in '06 At my crib it's girls here and no dicks Now, you got to go, bitch She caught a player playin' with his nose and I told you it's no pics Uh, it's a no-phone policy Been givin' top since high school, he a thot-igy Sent the pic when she thought of me I sent a Uber to her, 20 later, she on top of me Spend a thousand on a Chanel umbrella She wanna be the one but got a bigger foot than Cinderella Helicopter parts friends going here like Coachella If you ain't talkin' about checks then I'll vanish on you, fella Vamoose! Poof! Poof! Rain rain, rain rain rain They tryna, rain rain, rain rain rain Tryna rain on my parade, rain on my parade, ooh ooh They tryna rain on my parade, tryna rain on my parade Rain on my parade, rain on my parade, yeah, yeah Why they wanna play their games on me? (Why they wanna?) Why they hate on me?

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah Surf, surf (surf) I've been stressin', I've been up all night Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Yeah, I can't trust no one so I be on my lonely She say I fuck around, that's why she keep ignoring me You tyin' up my line, but baby, that's the old me I'm dealin' with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me I'm done with chasin' love, I'm fuckin' with you only I'm tryna make it so I'm down and up your homie I've been stressin', I've been up all night Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Yeah, said I fuck around, I swear that's what she told me All she wanna do is lay up and on me Got a bag, then we blew it all together Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela Put lil' shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt) I'm done with chasin' love, I'm fuckin' with you only I'm tryna make it so I'm down and up your homie I've been stressin', I've been up all night Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Ooh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself Ooh, diamonds too damn cold, they'll never melt (bling blaow) Playin' Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt) She my lil' favorite, that's my homie (yuh) Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh) That's my lil' favorite bih, don't stop it (ooh) She be rockin' Prada with Balenciaga (sauce) Pull up in that foreign playin' Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt) I've been stressin', I've been up all night Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, I'm bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Fuckin' on a bankroll, yeah, that's my thot Caught me a play and went and bust my watch Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Yeah, we clean the block up, I heard you need a watch Ten millimeter, yeah, the Glock get popped I kicked the hoe out, she was trippin' in the spot Damn, the bitch better watch her mouth Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop I just want me some paper So tired of these niggas, they beggin', beggin', wantin' favors Dripped in designer, I'm drippin' Chanel for real, bitch, check the label Your favorite rapper don't wanna see me in the booth, I give 'em hell, yeah Play with the gang, we lacin' up all the boots, we finna step on ya (skrrt) Pull up in a Lam', excuse me, yeah, skrrt-skrrt (skrrt-skrrt) I'ma keep it real like it should be (skrrt) I wanna see who love me We hoppin' out of coupes Hoppin' out the big B Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Fuckin' on a bankroll, yeah, that's my thot Caught me a play and went and bust my watch Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Yeah, we clean the block up, I heard you need a wash Ten millimeter, yeah, the Glock get popped I kicked the hoe out, she was trippin' in the spot Damn, the bitch better watch her mouth Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop We was in the drop-top, Porsche drop-top Walk in and I made your bitch heart stop Told her, "You gon' suck it or not?" She know Dolla 100-percent, straight drop I done made some bags off K-pop I done went and linked up with Lil Keed Pull up in the Lambo' with no keys (skrrt) I could tell you how to get rich like me You gon' need more consistency And the pool infinity No resort, but I got all the amenities Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Fuckin' on a bankroll, yeah, that's my thot Caught me a play and went and bust my watch Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Yeah, we clean the block up, I heard you need a wash Ten millimeter, yeah, the Glock get popped I kicked the hoe out, she was trippin' in the spot Damn, the bitch better watch her mouth Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop Get a bag, nigga, don't stop

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.)