Song | Solomon Jones |
Artist | Aceyalone |
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 |
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 smokefilled dimlylit 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 hundreddollar 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 tshirt 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 gangmade 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 halfdead man in a halfdead world | |
And a yellowbrick 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 tshirt 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 |