Lyrics:

Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Seen her at the corner shop Sun dress dirty flip flops Hand full of lollipops Listenin' to hip hop She knows everyone that comes around her grows Waling down a dirt road Blowin' open doors And I know better but I keep getting heated Jonsey want'a front Don't want her baby getting treated In the wrong way But I gotta come along Been a long day so put it in a song say And I saw her at the fruit stand And she smiled as if to say I know that you are watching When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie Waved from the car window With one finger and a grin And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Even though I'm grown Got it for this little bitty full blown But Ms. Jones got her in the home I'm alone With her Polaroid in my hand I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man How she got me in the zone Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn I know she's too young for me Yo, she asked me to the fair I wish she would ignore me Hard to pretend not to stare-a