on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And I'm a need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dial jones. Or maybe I'll put money
Andrea Jones Never met her father and momma's always gone Feeling all along invited him to her home She's feeling it's wrong But she figures her feelings
not Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat They'll trade you up Trade you down Your body a commodity Our sacred stage Has been defaced Replaced to grace The marketplace Dow is jonesing
your hair up Dab on the make-up Trying hard to look so pristine Like a face in a magazine Those fancy dressers and Media pressure Have got you feeling
rocking Galliano She might be Filipino, be sippin Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway yo, hit up Grace Jones and
this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling
done lifted up, banging "I Got Hoes" You never gon see me, cause my mind frame gone And plus I got tint, that's blacker than Grace Jones Trae be out