Flyin Iron Curren$y (Ft. Fiend)

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[Intro: Fiend]
Uh
SL Jones
Wanna say I'm so happy to be on the West coast right now, believe that
You know
They call me SL Jones

[Verse 1: Fiend]
West Coast, right off the plane
Hello MaryJane
Let go my favorite strain
From my lungs to my veins
Brown hush puppy smooth she choose is presidential
Any residential feel me on them instrumentals
Old man on the fiddle told me 'Jones, Live a little'
Ever since then, it's been hot up off the griddle
I love the color red, don't bang
I'm out here gettin money don'tcha want the same thang?
Jazz-fest and voodoo, the shit we smoke is stanky like doo-doo
Ima do what I do, you can do what you do
SL roll spears but I've never rolled in Zulu
I've been a monster on the screen, via Hulu
Microphone attached to my palm when Im on
A third-world country domestically where I'm from
I was a fly mofucka, before I put my tennices on, so fly
They see me from the sky like the Pentagon