Lyrics:

Ms. JonesMs. Jones gotta yellow birdGotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cageMs. Jones gotta yellow birdBut she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laidGet laid, get laidBut a B boy's gotta get paidGet paid, get paidSeen her at the corner shopSun dress dirty flip flopsHand full of lollipopsListenin' to hip hopShe knows everyone that comes around her growsWaling down a dirt roadBlowin' open doorsAnd I know better but I keep getting heatedJonsey want'a frontDon't want her baby getting treatedIn the wrong wayBut I gotta come alongBeen a long day so put it in a song sayAnd I saw her at the fruit standAnd she smiled as if to sayI know that you are watchingWhen Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutieWaved from the car windowWith one finger and a grinAnd as the car got smaller all I could think about was sinMs. JonesMs. Jones gotta yellow birdGotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cageMs. Jones gotta yellow birdBut she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laidGet laid, get laidBut a B boy's gotta get paidGet paid, get paidEven though I'm grownGot it for this little bitty full blownBut Ms. Jones got her in the homeI'm aloneWith her Polaroid in my handI try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, manHow she got me in the zoneCalled up to her house but somebody hung up the phoneDial tone and I'm hinding in the grassAll up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawnI know she's too young for meYo, she asked me to the fairI wish she would ignore meHard to pretend not to stare-a