TheJonesMob - The Legendary McJagger ($1.39 Value Pick) lyrics

CHORUS - All Samples Watchootalkinbout Willis? [Garry Coleman] I'mma gangsta [Snoop Dogg] Thankyouverymuch [Mick Jagger] Oh My Gosh [TheJonesMob] The Legendary Mick Jagger [Jay Leno] Watchootalkinbout Willis? [Garry Coleman] I'mma gangsta [Snoop Dogg] Let's make money [TheJonesMob] Huh! [Rick Ross] The Legendary Mick Jagger [Jay Leno] VERSE 1 - TheJonesMob With so much drama up in LG ville It's kinda hard being Snoop Dogg, keeping it real Long as I got sk** to talk a topic that's relate-able Then I'll remain hate-able and squawk about these crazy girls Now I ain't s**ist so don't let that hate unfurl I'm just wondering what it's like inside a ladies world Do the ABC's she's going out for a Mercedes twirl Putting out for money damn honey how you make me hurl I got that Mick Jagger swagger with a little bit of Average magic that's sick until it's mathematics Well life's magic til you end up adding math to it Half fluent in pig latin, yet I rap through it Rapping nonsense, I did what I do in the wrong tense They decipher it Iono what a song meant I say I'm Shady but I'm barely hitting blonde yet Dog I could find less heat inside Lebrons head I rap with the Miami Heat And while I'm average I be rapping like a master be Fighting for a masterpiece, but if we ask for peace Why are we fighting for it actually, f** it lets get drunk until the pastor sees CHORUS VERSE 2 - TheJonesMob Now I ain't been arrested since, we were crushing estrogen Pounding up a p**y, "don't swear, Matt, you're heaven sent" f** a slogan til it's message s** With some cla**y concubines screaming Jones Mob for President Me and Mr. Morgans in the park until we're born again, Drunk as f** it's 2 AM, sup folks, good mornin' then More girls in the party than a motherf**ing Mormon's den If I can't sing, yo, I'll sample out the chorus then Chilling in the kitchen with Jimmy Hendrix and Morrison Must experience the drug 'fore you open the doors again Straight into teenagehood - that's where all the boredom's sent They say I'mma necropheliac, it's barely post moredom s** Getting drunk off marzipan bars, spitting chocolate flavored liquor Lyrics sicker than some farting in jars She wearing TNA pants and a cardigan darling been Wanting you in my apartment since my 8th grade heart has been scarred She giving nicely styled head, while I'm the barber in charge Start a revolt til the arbiter's barred up They say I'm soft still I start to give a hard f** Listening to some old school Luda til I'm starstruck CHORUS VERSE 3 - TheJonesMob My dick so short, she say Napoleon stole her heart I tear the p**y up, so he fits the name of Bonaparte And I got the coldest heart, nobody know when my flow would start I'm the dynamite, yes, I am kinda tight Alright look at this, straight up ridiculous Finger to the minister screaming f** censorship If Jones Mob got that president election Then the Steven Harper era bout to have an intervention Let's invent one did I mention that I'm lynching left and right And that I'm stingy every night, and that I'm bringing on a frightening Set of lyrics my appearance it is normal But the sounds that you're hearing unemployed are simply formal Ways of expressing myself, we know that seshing would help But rapping out my feeling's even better you whelp I'm feeling sorry for my evident self, without evidence You evidently noticed that I'm going out bogus And my boogers are words cause my loogies make an impact I swallow my saliva and drink mucus for a six pack Puking up tortillas while I sit here and spit raps Eating a McJagger and a Big Mac CHORUS x2