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Aceyalone - Solomon Jones lyrics
A bunch of wild boys was hanging around At the local neighborhood saloon And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox Playing all the favorite tunes And back by the bar playing cards looking hard Was big bad Solomon Jones And watching over his luck Was the love of his life Is the lady that was known as Simone When out of the night which was dark and cold Into the smoke-filled dimly-lit room Stumbled in a thug Who was smelling like bud And his eyes looked high as the moon He looked like a man with his foot in the grave And his lifetime about to be out Yet he slapped down some hundred-dollar bills on the bar And he yelled out "drinks on the house" Now nobody could place where this dude was from But we knew that he was far from home But we drank to his health And the last to drink was big bad Solomon Jones Now there are some G's Who just run the streets And they live life in and out of jail And such was he, that kind of OG That looked like he'd been through hell With his hair in cornrows A mean mug grill Like a dog who's day is done He lit up the green stuff in his cigar And took hits one by one Now I got to thinking who this cat could be And what the hell is- going on Well I turned around and who was staring at him The lady that was known as Simone And the white t-shirt all stained with dirt He was trying not to be rude But he was trying to find another Good song on the jukebox So he could just set the mood Have you ever been out in the city streets With the gang-made players so clear Where the police and gangsters control the block And gunshots is all that you hear When the only sounds are the drums of war And you left out in the cold A half-dead man in a half-dead world And a yellow-brick road to go Then all of a sudden the music changed And everyone just held their post 
But it felt like a life had been robbed from you And everything that you held close 
That someone has stolen the women you love And that her love was a devil's lie 
That your heart was gone and the best thing that you could do is crawl away and die 
It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones 
I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones And the stranger turned And his eyes had burned In a most peculiar way And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt He sat in to watch me sway Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin And he spoke in a voice so clear "Boys you don't know who I am And I know that you just don't care" "Now I'ma say these words 'Cuz these words are true And when I'm done here I'll be gone But one of you boys is a shiesty dog And his name is Solomon Jones" Then I ducked my head And the lights went out And two guns blazed in the dark Then I women swooned And the lights came on And the two men laced with the starch. With a bullet in his head And pumped full of lead Was big bad Solomon Jones What a thug from the street Who was hoeing his heat And who knows to that lady named Simone |
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