Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solomon Jones, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Magnificent City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.02.2006
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Solomon Jones |
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 |
''cause 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 |