Monumental Continental Lyrics - Singles - 4th Avenue Jones

Look here, look here I can't afford to pause and I do not sleep 

Still buying all my drawz up at the Swap Meet 

I'm making lots of doe but funny how I'ma spend it 

I don't need new clothes just property with tenants 

And I don't know no jokes, and I'm not about no play 

Love for all my folks who poor in South L.A. 

I'm from the slums of life, didn't have a pot to put it 

That's why I love this mic and how I got so good at 

Bussin' all these flows and bussin' all these tracks 

We gon' get some gold get us some platinum plaques 

(I heard that) 

Money talk I stay fluent with 

Busters can't ruin it 'cause we straight doing it big 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

They love when I rhyme, my flow is divine I ain't the one ta 

Get caught up in this jungle, sometimes it make me wonder 

How Wall Street all eat good and my hood hungers 

But we making it escaping these snakes like Anaconda 

Big, huge through paying our dues 

Now Avenue is taking over we ain't playing with fools 

Or playing with crews, you dudes must have got it confused 

Tena Jones paper chasing, mama need some new shoes 

To the homie Mod, Tena, the lineage of Jones 

Known for sown seeds, don't get it twisted we break bones 

Uproot from homes, take the cutest turn 'em into trolls and gnomes 

So far fetched, so far gone 

The very same blood through them and Grits of course it's 

And since we share a spirit make sense combine the forces 

No time to sort our loses 

(They shooting) 

We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses 

I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving the block 

On 4th Ave 'cause I know they got them bricks that rock 

My boy Mod hit us off with some heat to speak on 

The average M.C. need weed to be gone 

Monumental life forms, who twice born 

And write poems in clubs making thugs throw forearms 

In the dirty, dirty, Mid south, Tennessee 

Nashville, Grits legendary spitters fo' sheez 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

We all just wanna be loved I guess 

Yes, that's why I stay until A.M. making hits that ought a be subbed 

Ought a be dubbed one of the best 

I'm ill, every D.J. who real should bang it, this one ought a be clubbed 

Love when I'm rubbed the wrong way, so some offend me 

Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab 

Pen and pad while they sip 'Cris and Henny 

I write these life lessons and spit just what's in me 

Be big like Dikembe, here to Japan is what my plan is 

Put money right where my hand is 

Ghetto brothas who po can understand this 

And folks surviving off just bread and mayonnaise 

I be wondering who's uncle Sam is 

'Cause in South Central L.A. we barely can live 

I hand picked my squad only a few in it 

Label tried screwing it, we survived doing it big 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

Big, huge, monumental 

Stretched out four door Continental 

Enough for me plus all my kin folk 

That's how we rollin', that's how we rollin' 

Big, huge, monumental 

Continental 

Big, huge, monumental 

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