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So dad, like did you like have real good friends and potnas when you was growing up
Will's dad: I had two real good friends all the way through high school
Who you had?
Thomas Jones and Jacob Curtis Jones
Were they like brothers?
Well they weren't brothers they just had the same last name as Jones
And everybody thought that I was a Jones too but I wasn't, of course I was a Smith
Right
But they thought I was a Jones, they called us the Jones boys we were so tight
Matter of fact I had a call from one of them
Hey Dad listen, check this record out

It was a dark night
I had just sparked the mic
Brought the light
To the crowd
In Hampton
It was amped when
I finished with
Brand New Funk
They were screaming out, "Do Summertime"
Some of them was drunk, some of the time
I like to chill after the show
But tonight, yo I wanna get ill after the show
And there she is
5 sumthin, short hair, damn she live
The girls get thicker further down 95
I expressed to her
Sought of confessed to her
I wanted to get next to her
So I suggested to her
We roll
To suite 110
Sweet ones in
My room
Jeff in one eleven with a friend
Then boom boom boom who that? (open the door)
Why they do that?
Threw back
By the noise
Some dude and his boys
You know them?
Your boyfriend?
More like an annoyed friend
Peep through the peep hole peeped him and all his people
That's when Charlie creep through
Boy you wanna see who
Don't nobody wanna meet you
Damn here come the beef stew
My beef ain't with you (uh ah)
My beef's with Will
So see Mack
Ease back
'fore your cat get peeled
Charlie said, "Any beef with Will is
Plenty beef with me and
Whenever Charlie get mad
He step to the streets he see
The end of the story
You wonder who survived?
Get my "He's the DJ" album check track five
So dad, like did you like have real good friends and potnas when you was growing up   Will's dad: I had two real good friends all the way through high school   Who you had?   Thomas Jones and Jacob Curtis Jones   Were they like brothers?   Well they weren't brothers they just had the same last name as Jones   And everybody thought that I was a Jones too but I wasn't, of course I was a Smith   Right   But they thought I was a Jones, they called us the Jones boys we were so tight   Matter of fact I had a call from one of them   Hey Dad listen, check this record out      It was a dark night   I had just sparked the mic   Brought the light   To the crowd    In Hampton   It was amped when   I finished with    Brand New Funk   They were screaming out, "Do Summertime"   Some of them was drunk, some of the time   I like to chill after the show   But tonight, yo I wanna get ill after the show   And there she is   5 sumthin, short hair, damn she live   The girls get thicker further down 95   I expressed to her   Sought of confessed to her   I wanted to get next to her   So I suggested to her   We roll   To suite 110   Sweet ones in   My room   Jeff in one eleven with a friend   Then boom boom boom who that? (open the door)   Why they do that?   Threw back   By the noise   Some dude and his boys   You know them?   Your boyfriend?   More like an annoyed friend   Peep through the peep hole peeped him and all his people   That's when Charlie creep through   Boy you wanna see who   Don't nobody wanna meet you   Damn here come the beef stew   My beef ain't with you (uh ah)   My beef's with Will   So see Mack   Ease back   'fore your cat get peeled   Charlie said, "Any beef with Will is   Plenty beef with me and   Whenever Charlie get mad    He step to the streets he see   The end of the story   You wonder who survived?   Get my "He's the DJ" album check track five
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