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Stayve Jerome Thomas (born September 8, 1980), better known as Slim Thug, Boss Hogg or Thug Boss, is an American rapper. He gained mainstream attention for his contribution to the popular single from rapper Mike Jones, "Still Tippin'".
Slim Thug grew up in Houston's Northside neighborhood of Homestead/Scenic Woods. Slim says that his rap name come from the fact that as a teenager, he was very tall and skinny before he filled out.[citation needed] He stands 6'6" tall. The Thug part comes from people's assumptions of him due to his fresh braids and sunglasses.[citation needed] At age 17, he performed freestyle raps at local high school parties. He began his rap career with Swishahouse in the late 1990s. After realizing how much money he could make distributing his own mixtapes, he parted ways with Swishahouse on good terms and formed his own independent label, Boss Hogg Outlawz. Thomas bought two record stores and worked in real estate.
Slim Thug's debut album with Star Trak Entertainment & Interscope Records, Already Platinum, was released in July 2005 after many delays. It premiered on #2 on the Billboard 200 albums chart and sold 130,000 copies in its first week. Singles included "3 Kings" (featuring T.I. and Bun B), and "I Ain't Heard of That" (featuring Pharrell and Bun B). Slim Thug appeared on Still Tippin' with Mike Jones and Paul Wall, Beyoncé Knowles's #1 single "Check on It" and Gwen Stefani's "Luxurious". With the Boss Hogg Outlawz, Slim Thug released three albums, Boyz N Blue (2004), Serve & Collect (2007) and Back by Blockular Demand: Serve & Collect II (2008). He left Star Trak & Interscope Records in 2008.
Paul Michael Slayton (born March 11, 1981), better known by his stage name Paul Wall, is an American rapper. He is currently affiliated with Swishahouse Records, having released several albums under the label as well as collaborating with other rappers signed to the label. He was formerly musical partners with rapper Chamillionaire releasing several collaborative albums including the independently released Get Ya Mind Correct. In 2005, he was signed to Atlantic Records and became successful with his major-label debut The Peoples Champ. Get Money, Stay True followed in 2007.
Wall attended Jersey Village High School and studied mass communications at the University of Houston for three years. After proposing to do promotions for Michael "5000" Watts' company, Swishahouse, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall came to Watts' studio, KBXX. Paul & Chamillionaire convinced Watts to let them rap on his radio show and put the verses on one of his mixtapes. That mixtape was titled Choppin Em Up Part 2, which was released in mid 1999. The freestyle became so popular in the streets that Chamillionaire and Paul Wall became regular staples on Houston's mixtape circuit, appeared on several of Watts' mixtapes and became permanent members of Swishahouse.
Kenneth Moore (August 20, 1974 – October 14, 2007), better known by his stage name Big Moe, was an American rapper from Houston, Texas. He was known for a softer and slower style than other Houston rappers, including a mixture of rapping and singing that he called "rapsinging" as well as for his music that celebrated codeine-laced syrup as a recreational drug.
Kenneth Moore was born in Houston on August 20, 1974, and he grew up in southeast Houston. He was a graduate of Yates High School and a former high school football star.
As one of the founding members of the "Original Screwed Up Click," Big Moe started out in music by freestyling on DJ Screw mixtapes before being signed to Wreckshop Records. Wreckshop Records released Big Moe's debut album, City of Syrup in (2000); the title a nod to Houston's reputation for drinking codeine-laced syrup, which Moe pours from a Styrofoam cup on the album's cover. "City of Syrup" album featured the single, "Mann!", which Moe intended to be The South Side's answer to Black Rob's East Coast hit "Whoa!". A year and half later, Moe returned with his second album, Purple World in (2002). This release showcased a Who's Who of Houston vocalists and two versions of Moe's breakthrough single, "Purple Stuff." The Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-themed video for "Purple Stuff" was played on MTV and the album ranked as high as No. 3 on Billboard's Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Big Moe's third and last album, Moe Life, was issued in 2003, including the commercially successful single "Just a Dog." A posthumous album entitled Unfinished Business was released on March 18, 2008 via Wreckshop Records and Koch Records. In 2009 his album City Of Syrup was named number 25 on houstonpress.com's list of the 25 Best Houston Hip Hop Albums.
Nicholas Scott "Nick" Cannon (born October 8, 1980) is an American actor, and television personality. On television, Cannon began as a teenager on All That before going on to host The Nick Cannon Show, Wild 'N Out, and America's Got Talent. He acted in the films Drumline, Love Don't Cost a Thing, and Roll Bounce. As a "rapper," he released his debut self-titled album in 2003 with the hit single "Gigolo", a collaboration with singer R. Kelly. In 2006, Cannon recorded singles "Dime Piece" and "My Wife" for a planned album Stages, which was never released. Cannon married American R&B/pop singer Mariah Carey on April 30, 2008.
Cannon was born in San Diego, California, to parents Beth, an accountant, and James Cannon, a super-powerful motivational televangelist. Growing up, he divided his time between San Diego, where his mother lived, and Charlotte, North Carolina, where his father had worked. At age 11, Cannon received his first break doing stand-up comedy on his father's local cable access program.
[Mike Jones]
I'm back on the track, I'm bout to rip it apart
40 carats on my chest froze up my heart
I'm Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones Jones
That'll hit the block with all of my rocks and won't leave til' my rocks gone
Lemme slow the beat down
And give you hoes this free sound
Mike Jones, Fat Bastard and Tum-Tum we now
About to take the game over
Change lanes in a Range Rover
They say my trunk drunk cuz my 5th had a hang-over
T-Fast and Magno
Pullin' up in that jag slow
Double T behind me, freakin' all the jazzy hoes
Hold up, where Big Tuck?
He pullin' up candy buck edition, flippin' Expedition
Stack it up and leave slimy sluts
D-Town, hold it down
Holly Hills, after clown
Well Who Is Mike Jones, my solo album comin' round
George Lopez, DSR
SwishaHouse we up to par
We on the scene, lookin' clean
Droppin' screens, sippin' bar
Who Is Mike Jones?, that's the name of my album
I ain't got gold lil mama I got platinum
Big Watts, he make the beat chop
My 4 18's hit the block and made our hearts drop
Mike Jones for the summer
I might flip 4 Runner or a Hummer
I shine like Baby but I ain't a #1 Stunner
I keep it real, you ain't know?
I use my skills to get dough and pay bills, you ain't know?
And that's real
[Chorus](Repeat 2x)
Cuz we grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Fuckin' hoes and stackin' change
DSR and SwishaHouse if you ain't know we off the chain
We on the scene, lookin' clean
Sippin' lean, droppin' screens
DSR and SwishaHouse that's what I call a perfect team
Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J's
My sticky green European, with DVD on play
My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind
Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine
I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it
20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's
in the back
I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack
I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar
Candy red, on fo's and choppers
Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper
And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers
When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous
When they see my slab, they all scream contagious
I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted
Watching TV's in it, so you won't see me in it
Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it
Cause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner
Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie
I pull up in a slab, that'll knock out Rocky
I'm a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, 20's crawling baby
I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag
It's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb rag
But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)
And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining
My fo's are magnificent, ask Magnificent
My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening
I'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn
I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain
Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head
If I ain't getting that bitch head, I'm getting that bitch bread
Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala
You ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low and swalla
I'm swerving in a Excursion, with three fo' pound birds
Now let's freestyle, I show my platinum smile
Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome
I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong
On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky
You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti
I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing
And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo' in
Showing off, it's the Mike Jones ain't got a job
But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob
Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower
You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder
Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer
Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper
Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong
(*talking*)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones, Ballin Underground
From H-Town, to Funky Town
[Hook: Thyra - 2x]
Dick, don't fail me now
I gotta turn shorty out
She don't want, nobody else
But me, and only me
[Mike Jones]
I fuck a slut get my dick sucked, then I (slide out)
I hit the cut maybe some bucks, then I (ride out)
I'm hot now, so hoes trail me now
So my dick gotta stay hard, it can't fail me now
I blew up quick up in the game, now these sluts chasing
I fuck 'em leave 'em and send 'em home, with some fuck faces
Mike Jones and my boy Thyra, ain't nobody liver
When my dick hard, all I need girl is your hot saliva
I never claim the pussy mine, cause it ain't mine to claim
But for some reason when I'm in it, they scream out my name
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
(Who), Mike Jones-Jones-Jones
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
How you want it, from the front or the back
I love a sexy freak bitch, that's so quick to attack
When she hear my name at home, or work she fiending
Wishing time passing, so she can suck on my semen
Like Red I'm a misfit, love to get my dick licked
Sex is so good, when I'm twisted
Gone off X-O, let yourself go
To a world, that only Mike Jones know
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
I know you doubt a man, but why should I complain
(Cause I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones and
(I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
We run trains, on other niggaz dames cause
(We don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
Mike Jones, Thyra and Cocaine we
(Never gave a fuck about your maaaaaan, ooooh)
[Hook - 2x]
(*talking*)
"Who is Mike Jones" coming soon baby, yeah
My boy Thyra, Cocaine, Mike Jones uh
Yeah, I fuck hoes everyday nigga cause
(I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
I run train, on other niggaz dames cause
I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, oooh)
[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!!
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
[Intro: samples and scratching]
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
[Mike Jones]
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup, diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my name alone can't be denied
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
[Chorus 2X: samples]
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got dank let's blow it up, when my album drop I'ma sew it up"
[Mike Jones]
You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser
I hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face
Back then to get my dough I was flippin yapes for the papes
I swang from lane to lane with one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff
H-Town Houston Texas we jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts
Cause I - used to hustle hard on my block, laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin to stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot
Now I'm fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when my album drop
So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y'all helped me out
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes
I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler that came up, from a struggle
I hustle from noon to night, when I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin it down so I can live my life right
I stay on the scene, lookin clean, 24's roll while I'm droppin screens
Befo' I got a major deal I was underground stackin green
[Chorus]
GEAH! Tha wait is ova!
Who is Mike Jones- is finally here baby!
Be on tha look out- fa my next album
The American Dream
Hit me up - 281 330 8004 baby
Who MikeJones.com
[Deep voice]
We gon' screw dat
[Chorus 2X: Mike Jones]
Bring your music down to H-Town (we gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around (we gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin through ya town (we gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-Town (we gon' screw dat)
[Mike Jones]
I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin screens
Diamonds in my grill and ear, you know I live a baller's dream
My music gotta be (screwed up) I came in the game and moved up
A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up
I got diamonds shinin on my cross, candy blind me from the gloss
I keep my hand on nina ross for haters who wanna break me off
80 4's underneath my ride, 45 keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink everytime I po' up, purple drink everytime I po' up
Doe-doe that's all I blow up, got in the game and I had to show up
Piece and chain, diamond Range, when you see it it'll make you throw up
Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin the underground, even though I got a major deal
Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin the underground, even though I got a major deal
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
So - we be jammin our music slow, candy drippin up off the do'
Diamonds shinin, pimp reclinin - I'm actin bad on all you hoes
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha Blast, we on the grind, for the cash
Y'all movin slow, we movin fast, y'all movin slow, we movin fast
I'm stackin dough, pimpin hoes, grippin grain sippin on fo-fo's
I stay on the grind 'til the day I go, I stay on the grind 'til the day I go
[Chorus]
Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon
[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you can call me Magno
I used to do crime now I'm 'bout my cashflow
Thats the past though, and I don't mean to brag bro
But Magno 'bout to knock off that Jag yo
See everything big in Texas
I used to own a GS, but now I'm thinkin bigger than Lexus
I will call it, crash boards like Ben Wallace
Flow for enough dough for ten wallets
But the way my CD goes, it's rough
But that's no excuse to be broke and cheap like Videos Uncut
All I do is expand my grammar
So I can put my family in that Full House like Danny Tanner
I got love for that Acres Homes
I'm gettin Paul Wall treatment, girls wanna take me home
Might catch Mag sippin a barre
When I'm in the club I put my hoood up like I'm fixin' my car
It's Magno
Hook x 2: (Mike Jones)
Y'all wanna be like Mag but you cant
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world will be in fear
[Magno]
In this game, can't nobody hold me
Plus I'm 2-piecin niggaz like Charlie Ward did Kobe
I still remember saving them cans
Now I roll down the street, trunk popped up, waving at fans
So why flip a pound of 'caine?
When I can get rich simply making words sound the same
Pound of game, now that Mag found the fame
I'm 'bout to stack bills I really hate the sound of change
My flows be the grittiest, I'm GQ, hoes be the prettiest
Dime piece, hoes never hideous
I walk in casinos slowly
I'm bout to shoot a tennis shoe commercial with Cuttino Mobley
Everytime I walk the world spin
I'm trying to have a 5-way menage with the cast of Girlfriends
My Swishahouse fam stackin cream
Shot callers, got more ballers than Slam magazine
Hook x 2
[Magno]
MC's in this game, I'm evicting them early
Magnificent the landlord like Mr. Furley
I never play games, get brain in a beige Range
And all they gotta know is my stage name
It's like everybody's switchin' to rappin'
And girls don't gold dig no more cuz now, they diggin for platinum
I'm the black Hugh Hefner, got my own penthouse
I had to, I got more chicks than a henhouse
Swishahouse 'bout to stack the numbers
We doing it the legal way instead of showin crack like plumbers
Add the runners , now that we relaxed for summers
Get a home, put chrome on the 'Lacs and Hummers
I'm 'bout to show your gal what stunt means
Like leavin balls in her mouth, and I don't mean the ones on her tongue ring
Refill, they coppin' them slugs
And girls gots tat's on they back that say Property Of
Magno
Hook x 4
[Magnificent] Magno
[Mike Jones] Mike Jones, Who?
[Chorus: Mike Jones & Magnificent - repeat 4X]
You feel good don't ya?
Real good don't ya?
You dont want this dick up in nobody else goods don't ya?
[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones
You need a dick? That feel like a prisoner out on parole
when it's hard on swoll its 24K gold
I'm Mike Jones (Who?) Mike Jones, Jones
That'll beat you back up whenever you act up
I'm lookin for a sex pet to break me off
and work on this hard dick until my shit get soft
I need a girl that think she bad, love to talk trash
But whine when I'm fuckin her fast
I never claim the pussy mine cause it ain't mine to claim
but for some reason when I'm in it, they be screamin my name
See your pussy, I'll please that
Believe me, I'll please that
Them orgasms that you need, you'll recieve that
Fuckin with Mike Jones, just pick up your home phone
I'll fuck you so good that you can't even walk, can't even talk
Mike Jones, just call and I'll come over
Dickin ya down, holdin ya back, grippin ya shoulders, it's over
[Chorus]
[Magnificent]
Magno
I know you feel good the way I'm diggin you out
Run my fingers through your hair and put my dick in ya mouth
I'm the reason why you thickinin out
Niggas still can't believe I fuck, Still tryin to figure it out
Magno is still the baby faced thug that you love
Plus since you ain't my gal, we don't cuddle and hug
All I'm tryin to do is fuck up ya glove, ??? scuffin em up
Bust a nut or two, then I'm snug as a bug
Magno brings heat to the deck, seek with a tech
I'll dig so deep that it'll reach to your neck
Rough when I'm able, so I bring much to the table
All I need is ten strokes, then Ima bust on ya navel
Can't wait till the lights go off, I stay hard
My name ain't Bill Gates, I'm never Microsoft
I gots paper, floss Jags, floss Gators
And girls I chop up like Watts with a cross fader
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I say what I mean and I mean what I say
When it comes to fuckin hoes, Mike Jones don't play
See I dick a hoe down from mornin, noon, to night
And when I don't give it to her, she be ready to fight
Cause I am Mike Jones (Who?) Mike Jones
That'll dick a hoe down and make her moan and groan
I know you feel good don't ya? Real good don't ya?
This dick of mine, you just for you don't ya?
[Magnificent]
She can be a freak, but I'm a after broad
If I can still slide through like a Master card
Put ya ankles behind ya neck, the spine I wreck
We fuck at ya job, behind ya desk
Face down with ya ass up
I ain't tryin to go naked head, so I'm buyin rubbers with my last buck
Magnificent be cuttin
You feel good don't ya? They don't call me Magnificent for nothin
[Chorus] - 2X
[Intro: Chamillionaire]
Hi, my name is Chamillionaire.
Playboy..
[Hook]
You balling
If you got Sprewell rims, and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs, and your name
They be calling, calling, calling, calling
You balling
If you push a candy color, with butter on cutters
You got a flock of girls, and they all know eachother
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers
[Mike Jones]
I can catch boppers like Paul Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she gon be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave, cause I be spitting my game so real
I'm Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage
Independently paid, living lovely and laid
I never ever cheap talk, cause I got a platinum grill
I changed the game over, with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly
T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly
Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last
Police pull me over, so they could play my Dreamcast
And my XBox, I got stubborn rims
They keep going, even when I say stop (maaaan)
Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP
And this is just rookie year (Mike Jones)
Is a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby
I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling
I'm the definition of balling playboy (maaan)
[Hook]
[Magno]
My rims spinning, I swear I got me Sprewell shoes
I hop out, wearing And 1 Sprewell shoes
I'm moving slow like freewells move, I chop the block so hard
Them niggaz bopping, like them females do
It's Magnificent, I'm acting bad with Slim and Mike
I'm that boy that you see, rolling them rims you like
I'm pimping dykes, either wearing Tim's or Nike's
Haters see I'm trying to shine, they wanna dim my light
But can't do it, cause I shine too bright
(say man what kind of rims you got), whatever kind you like
And best believe, that twelve be in the trunk
Yo and if I'm in the Benz, it's a 12 with a V in the front
Wood grain, leather black seats
Magno with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gapped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court costs
[Hook]
[Slim Thug]
I played a lot of blocks, so my cash stack fast
I got a lot of rocks, and I ain't talking bout crack
Slim Thug's a high roller, and I ain't talking bout dice
See I got a lot of cars, and they ain't nothing nice
When it come to balling, I'm a vet in this shit
Everytime I get a car, I'm wetting the bitch
Street rich young stunner, I don't play no games
I switch cars three times, and stay on swangs
I'm respected, got the cost of a house on my necklace
That boy reckless, straight out of Texas
I ain't gon talk about my Sprewells, y'all know I got em
I ain't gon talk about my diamonds, cause I know y'all spot em
Y'all wanna know what I claim, bitch read my piece
You wanna know if we ball, bitch read my teeth
Ha, I'm Slim Thugger, that name ring bells
Everything Slim touch, guaranteed to sell, bitch I'm
[Hook]
Hoes these days mayne, I'm tellin y'all
They scandalous baby, scandalous baby
That's why
I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes
Females I don't trust 'em, Lord knows I don't love 'em
I fuck 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I swear they nothin but trouble
And for that reason there, I keep my shit in my pants
Because (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
Geah! I watch my back when I'm walkin, I watch my mouth when I'm talkin
My glock cocked when I'm crawlin cause you never know
Who hate the fact you got plenty of paper stacked so they envy
the way you move in that Bentley now you got more than one enemy
Tryin to take you out nope, that's why you ride wit'cha scope
Or aim the infrared beamer straight to they throat
So if you ever in fear of your life, you put steel HERE in they life
Cause you ain't goin down, especially not tonight
I never ever trusted hoes because they got a plan
They don't want me for me they want me because I got some Grants
It's sad when you down nobody lends a helpin hand
But when you blow up and don't help them you {?} man
My grandma told me watch these hoes because they got a plan
to get your paper that's why I keep my shit in my pants
You're on your own 'til your gone that's what I was told
So I'ma help who helped me 'til my casket closed
SYEAH! Mike Jones, WHO?! Mike Jones
That's why
I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes
What's my business is my business, don't worry 'bout how I'm livin
I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it, you should do the same
These haters hate, they mad cause I'm gettin cake
That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
Stand you scandalous hoes
I cain't stand 'em mayne
We fin' to do a little bit different right here
Check it out - SYEAH!
Now that you stackin up dollars, these hoes now wanna holla
They wanna be on your team, they wanna know all about'cha
They wanna ride on your ride, they wanna be by your side
until the day that you die, that's what they tellin you right?
They sayin they wanna commit, because your paper legit
The minute you go bankrupt the second they gon' split
Now yo' ass ain't got shit
Listenin to that bitch got you flat broke quick
If you was straight from the streets you'll know that that bitch
was from the jump a hoe, playin you for your dough
But I guess you thought I was hatin when I was keepin it real
I'll bet you gon' listen now cause she got you for your scrill
So let this lesson be told to those who got caught
You tried to pay for some pussy that already been bought
You told the hoe where you lived, cause you thought that the bitch was real
Same time she was one of them niggaz inside your crib
I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet
I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks
I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet
I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks
SYEAH! Mike Jones
Females I don't trust 'em
Lord knows I don't love 'em
That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
The same ones that'll suck you up, 'll fuck you up I swear
Y'all beter get y'all game on mayne
Hoes are scandalous mayne (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
SYEAH! Mike Jones (scandalous hoes)
(These scandalous hoes, these scandalous hoes)
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping, pimpin hoes and I'm packing four fours
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping, pimpin hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
look creeping, creeping, crawling, crawling, balling, balling in the mix
It's that six, six, six, six sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping, flipping
Bar sipping car dipping, dripping, gripping, gripping
tippin, tippin' on four fours wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping, pimpin hoes and I'm packing, packing fours
Blowing, blowing endo,
Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
Niggaz, niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg candy, candy
Top down Maxi's, mixi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced, pieces up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my brades when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Shit, shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping, pimpin hoes and I'm packing four fours
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin, Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping, pimpin hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to a ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fo's poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm only five nine Southle baby holla at me
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
Four Fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
[Outro: Michael Watts]
Screwed and chopped Remix
Know I'm tal'n bout, I'm tired of these old
Lame ass, lazy ass, don't wanna grind ass
But they wanna complain all the time ass
Wish they was me ass, know I'm tal'n bout
I worked for where I'm at, know I'm tal'n bout
Swishahouse Swishablast, Swishahouse Swishablast
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
Get on your grind and go get it, get your change up
You falling off homeboy, you better change up
[Paul Wall]
Have you ever, noticed the people that's lazy and lame
Be the same ones crying, and always complain
You on the sidelines partna, better get in this game
You need to change, if you trying to get change
You must of fell on your brain, as a little kid
You wanna shine then you gotta grind homeboy, that's just how it is
Handle your bis', you wishing on a star
For money, hoes, clothes and cars, but you walk by far
You think a Bentley, just gon fall out the sky
You spending all your money worrying about, being fly and getting high
Stick to the G-Code, all the rules still apply
You slacking on your hustle, boy you living a lie
You run a block a couple hours, then you start getting tired
So why hating everytime, I pull up on chrome wires
You need to wake up out your sleep, cause you falling off
Step ya game up, you getting soft, step it up
[Paul Wall]
Look here hold your nuts cuz, and swallow your fear
Your future's looking kinda shady, but I see quite clear
I'm riding in the fast lane, you still in first gear
You've been driving the same car, for the past five years
You claim to be a baller, but boy really you broke
I'm buying bottles, and you barely buying Hennessy and Coke
Take a good look in the mirror, you a joke
You was on the ship to success, but I guess you fell off the boat
You either leave or get left, buy or get bought
Break or get broke, cause it's teach or get taught
I'm the age of a student, but I'm teaching a lesson
Consider it a blessing, for you to be in my presence
You something like a has-been, you was hot back then
But now-a-days you ain't nothing, but some dust in the wind
Get with the time, and quit worrying about mine homie
Get on your grind, and everything gon turn out fine
[Mike Jones]
I be sick and tired of haters, hating on the fact that I made it
But it's a funny, a year ago y'all haters said I wouldn't make it
But now y'all saying I'm overrated, and I got too much hype
But back then you said I'll flop, cause my flow wasn't tight
A year ago, the whole world didn't know my name
So I had to get on my grind, and step up my game
My name Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone,
Wrecking tape decks, Collecting checks, while y'all sitting at home
A lot of people to this day, be talking down on my flow
But who you know get five thousand, for a flow or a show
Who say his name a hundred times, and still get love from his fans
Who blew up in seven months, and in popular demand
Who you know that got a movie, and some clothes coming out
Who spend shit for the ladies, to keep em running out
Mike Jones nigga, and don't you forget it
While you at home living po', I'm balling independent
[Mike Jones]
It's Mike Jones, back on the track
I pack a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, title wack
To make sho' my paper stack
If I don't grind, then I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get left behind
I hit the block, stack a knot
And shake the spot for one time
I keep my business on the lo-lo
'Cause haters snitch and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my 4-do
Caren colored coated Volvo
I wreck the mic everywhere I go
My name heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you know
You tryed to deny but I know you know
If you wanna get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a flow
Hit 281-330-8004
If you wanna get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a flow
Hit 281-330-8004
[Tum-Tum]
Swang the Pacific in the DSR boat
I flip a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS's gone glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I wasn't on tools
I eat at places where they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five thou bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie with the rocks
Look at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, hood boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the throne
[Paul Wall]
When you see me on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, I'll take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause time fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm still the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
Reebok's and white-t's, I'm still the same ol' me (Same ol' me)
When you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix then she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don't want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, I'ma hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
I wonder what them haters think about that ('Bout that)
[Magnificent]
I'ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
Like uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin', when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on that 635
I get brain from 6:30 til 6:35
Make them hoes go-live
New 4's buck-high
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
After I nut it's like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach truck on choppers
Glad that I made it, it's never been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, it's Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team Part 3
Nigga
[Mike Jones]
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
(Mike Jones)
[Verse]
Might see me flippin' in with the top pushed back
Took off my Roc-A-Wear and threw on my throw-back
Do'Do I blow dat cuz I'm who? Mike Jones
Who-Who Mike Jones, Who-Who Mike Jones
I come threw ya hood and I'm bouta rock the block
When I add 22's and subtract the rag-top
I got the candy paint shinin' on the 5 or 6 hundred
4-8-4-18's dumpin' so I know you hear me comin'
My album, Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
T-Fast right behind me in a candy lambo'
Rambo is who I act like, on a dude I get's like
Now I'm in the spot-light, platinum teeth shinin' bright
When I speak, hoes weap
Haters know they can't compete
With Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones
I got love for all my fans that's jammin' my shit
DJ's don't stop, keep playin' my shit
In the club, keep em'-keep em' crunked up
Don't step in the club if you ain't gettin' fucked up
I'm talkin' bout gettin throw'd
Ridin-ridin' 84's
Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit cuz I got suicide do's
Lil mama spread ya legs
Before that gimme head
Before I let you fuck you gotta suck my 3rd leg
Cuz Mike Jones is the one and only
Yall niggaz can't clone me
Get off my dick, get ya own style and quit being phony
Hoes on me cuz I'm real
When I smile platinum grill
Candy paint wood-wheel
Spreewell's on my 5th wheel
I'm the don, you the son
You number 2, I'm #1
With 23's sittin' under me
In plushed seats, poke'mon seats
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones comin'
Now I got that off my mind
Barba-kit watch it fall down
SwishaHouse we platinum bound
It's to late try and stop us now
Lemme get back up on the flow
Had a fro' but cut it low
To the wood, fo' bust fo'
Is what I claim until I go
Got much love for Boss Hogg
Chamillionaire and Paul Wall
Like Yao Ming I stand tall
You got screens well let em' fall
You got drank well po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let's blow it up
When my album come I'ma sow it up
Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones-Jones
Mike-Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones(Repeat til' the end of song)
these mic's I be reken rim's keep spinnin like eddy off of teken} I cacth a girl eye when they flexin} walk in tha sto see a gucci tank top walk a lil further see tha matching flip flop's} put a chain in poket walked out tha chain dropped} jumped in tha car trunk did tha bunny hop}I nevva been hoe and neva been a bitch I call my car silly rabbit because it kelp doing trix}
Chorus:
i'm a pimp i walk wit a limp i step aside papa dont eat no shrimp a baller little lane crawler larry line follwera raw hard girl i'm a pimp i walk wit a limp i step aside papa dont eat no shrimp i'm grinda thats why i'm a shina i left behind whinas to be a big tima
Verse1:
here comes the houstin hustle man its time to get ya game on hit the block rolling hard and get my swing on pop the trunk proper lay i don't play I ride 24's lata on the day i'm amazing valley park on sataday night sippin on coke and sprit lookin for somtin tight i'm grown, blowin that smoke off in my dorm, bangin and lookin good i'm jamin im mike jones flo shmo i'm leanin up in my throat chokin and gettin blown while i hope man its fo sho come on and we killin da seen i'm a trow back gangsta an underground king
(Chorus times one)
verse2:
i'm grown like old fame took over ya whole name in seven months mike jones took over the whole game see all u niggas at home tryin to hate ya need to step up to da plate cuz i aint about ta beat ya ima bout ta leave ya
mike jones who?? mike jones err day i HUSTILN HUSTLIN cops cum by and try to NOCK ME NOCK ME fuck them am with prince of canalside Shah G is all good when we roll thro the club from the club to the pent house bitches follow so it aint porblem 2813308004 hit me if yo some mo.ill probely turn down coz back then you didnt want me now am hot you all me on me bitch am mike jones jones you can see ridin passed on 24s in ma cadillac is at 85 sevillve all chromed and i no you wana put your feet on ma rug dont cha am swisha house copped a grillz coz am in dirrty south were they real slow(real slow) let me tell you wot to do when you see.chant ma name like Mike Jones if you say it enuff you cumin home (cumin home) you see my SHAH G Who SHAH g heard what i said bitch give me a holla if need sum luvin but am a paki and aint time to waist coz am whippin it Real hard (real hard) you see am over seas but am still hustlin hustlin hustlin i can sell you anydrug coz am a huslter peace out sign Newbold O.G
DJ Michael Watts
DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up
This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta tell the world, how important you was to me
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)
April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn near stopped rappin', damn near stopped pimpin' pens
Cousin locked in the pen, when will this drama end?
I get success but it feels like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
'Cause she ain't here wit me, but I know she hearin' me
Beg and plead, that she could still be here next to me
Even though you passed and left, yo' memories are kept
In my mind, heart, and soul even on my shelf
Now I'm left with cousin Jessie and
Me and my brother June, my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)
Grandma remember when we used to play
Them bones and you would skunk us
And you never had a problem punkin' us in front of company
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Latran playin' ball, I pray to God he goes pro
And Gary Jr. gettin' bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
That the family's okay, every thang's cool and straight
Juanita and Nicky just told me to tell you they said, ?Hey?
And I pray day to day that the Lord'll pave the way
And you keep lookin' down here just smilin', just showin' ya pretty face
And I still hang around my homies that you see while you were here
Oh and my girl better than ever, she too wish you was here
You know I'm grown now, so I'm puttin' food on the table
24 years old and I got my own label
Ice age entertainment, we about to take it over
T. Boy rappin' now he's mellow, and Wally is lil' soldier
Boy still rolls with me, we close shoulder to shoulder
That gator that you gave my granny I use it to sew the game up
Me and she was partners, we both now CEO's
It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
Man, it's crazy y'knahmsayin'?
Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why
Y'all listenin' to me today y'knahmsayin'?
True story check it out, true story
A lot of people always used to wonder
How I got up in the game y'knahmsayin'?
My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason y'knahmsayin'?
It's crazy though, I mean, I used to go to strip clubs all the time and
Try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones
And they'd be like who y'knahmsayin'?
And I used to always tell my grandma
And she used to always tell me
To use that y'knahmsayin'?
'Cause they gon' regret what they did to me y'knahmsayin'?
So I started usin' it, and it worked y'knahmsayin'?
And it's it's just crazy mayne y'know?
I started sayin' my name a lot y'knahmsayin'?
I started givin' my phone number out y'knahmsayin'?
When people was tellin' me that it wasn't gon' work
My grandma was tellin' me to do it y'knahmsayin'?
She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision y'knahmsayin'?
And really I started givin' out my album, I started promotin' it
And all the stuff that y'all been hearin' me do
I got it from her y'knahmsayin'?
And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today y'knahmsayin'?
And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know
I'm I'm, I'm here and y'all listenin' to me, y'know
So I never woulda ever thought
That I'd have the whole world listenin' to Mike Jones, man
It's crazy man, I didn't even wanna use my real name, y'know?
But grandma was like, boy you better use that name
It's gon' blow you up one day y'knahmsayin'?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talkin' about
[Hook: Thyra]
No more paaaiiinn, No more pain for my dead homiiieesss
No more teaaarrsss, No more tears for moms to cryyyyy
[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones
I Cry for my ghetto cuz we keepin us down
Instead of helpin each other we behind backs talkin down
People killin, jackin, stealin, for material things
Takin the risk of gettin caught with a hole in they brain
My name is Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone
Let it be know we the reason we get picked on
Now tell me, how am I supposed to be feelin?
When I never seen my dad my whole life of livin
Thats why I'm givin everything that I got to my momma
For raisin me and my brotha through the days of drama
No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears
Cuz by this time next year it's gon be off this year
No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears
Cuz by this time next year it's gon be off this year
No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears
Cuz by this time next year it's gon be off this year
[Chorus: Thyra - repeat 2X]
Ghetto cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto cryyyyyy
Ghetto Cryyyyyyyyy
[Magnificent]
Check it
It's like the world gettin colder by the minute
It's ashame niggaz in this game gotta flip boulders for some spinach
Just to survive and put clothes on they back
Niggaz in the street will kill for some fo's on they 'llac
Leave holes in ya back
You seen the news dog, po-pos still attack
To despose of us black
So I flow fo my stack
I'm doin it the legal way
But if I have to, I'll do it just an evil way
But I don't want my momma to cry
I rather get life and then book slice till my ??? to fly
All I really want, is drama to die
Fuck beef I'm tryin to make sure the tires on my hummer looks fly
But I really hate death in fact
I hope I never see a Black suit
Unless I'm watchin Men In Black
I'm Magnificent (who?) but the world will never be dat
I prayin for tomorrow just so that I can see dat
[Chorus] - 2X
Adlibs
[Chorus] - 2x
Mike Jones, Swishahouse..
6:00 on the dot, got's to get paid
Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage
Buy the home on hill, clothes out the cleaners
Move 22 inches, on the X-Beamer
Got's to look good, got's to look fresh
Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my chest
4-5 handy, Lamborgini candy
In 21 years, I knocked down four grammy's
I like to ride long, candy colors on cutters
I know you can't believe it, but the inside is butter
Pelly-Pel sagging then a wagon, kid's dragging
I got more fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon
Me and T. Clarence, hopped in the Hummer
Where is Lil' Walty, where is the Hummer
Back on a mission, Expedition flipping
You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep flipping
Where is T. Flowers, where is Jamal
I got fo' freaks, so let's start a freak party
Gin and Bacardi, play em like Atari
It's just in my nature, that Mike Jones is hardy
Red Boy from Rap-A-Lot, I see you coming through
In the Escalade, on 22's
Wearing FUBU, maybe J. Prince
I've been putting it down, for H-Town ever since
Scarface first came, came to bring pain
Got a purple dropping screens, call it purple rain
Mike Jones mayn, I claim North mayn
You can have the fame, just give me the change
Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline
Keep in mine, you don't grind you don't shine
I say that verse a lot, just to let you boys know
You gotta plant the seed, if you want the plant to grow
Now I'm plexing in the Lexus, police..
You test me, I'll be in your ... like a wedgie
What's up to the Twinz, that's in the A-Town
We Gon show you boys, that Swishahouse put it down
State to state town to town, hit the stage we gon clown
When I show we talking bout em grill, they gon frown
Me and the Mad, flipping Gator flipping Jag
My Grandma got on me, when I sag
Saginng my jeans, brother sixteen
Where is the do-do, where is the lean
I feel pretty good, I just bought the yellow Gator
I through Sprewells, on the blue Navigator
It's the Mike Jones, freestyling from the dome
I might come through, Yellowstone, Acres Home
Riding in my drop top, chilling with the Watts
When I hit the stage, I'ma give it all I got
Michael Watts chopping, rag tops dropping
Girls who didn't cut for me befo', they bopping
Where is the pride, where is the pull
My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming soon
Hold up don't worry, put a lighter up the room
Watch me sweep chasers, without using a broom
If you wanna see me flow, book me for a show
And you'll see, me and Magno go
Man I'm freestyling again, spinning it's a sin
Three for the ten, off a 5 or 6-10
That's a freeway, Northside Southside we ride blue and grey
We might ride red, watch us turn heads
Quit all the plexing, and start stacking bread
No time to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna shine
It's the boy Mike Jones, putting it down
[Hook - 2x]
If you don't work you don't eat, you don't grind you don't shine
No if's and's or but's, bottom line
That's why I'm on a mission, to keep the paper flipping
I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping
[Mike Jones]
Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep
I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep
I'm Mike Jones I hold chrome, wreck microphones
I flip in my slab, all alone
I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood
It's gon be no good, understood
Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play
I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray, I don't delay
When it come to shooting bullets, you talk down I'ma pull it
Represent this gangsta shit, to the fullest
I pack a ruger and get to spraying, like Freddy Kruger
You talk down on Mike Jones, and nigga I'll do you
Cause I ain't tripping, I got the ruger ripping
While I'm flipping, Expeditions
Come in Mike Jones home, and I'll shoot shots till your teeth missing
First round draft picks, you come at us wrong
And you will be dismissed, Mike Jones
[Hook - 2x]
[Magno]
It's Magno, I don't mind I let a stray bullet cross
But if you got beef cool, I got the A-1 sauce
You must forgot I pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's
Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac
Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty
I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a bar tender
Fuck fighting fair, niggaz remember who won
In these H-Town streets, you gotta remember your gun
You don't wanna get stuck, with the filth
You don't want a hospital trip, with IV's stuck in your wrist
My best advice is dog stay in your spot, cause these bullets
Got a mind of they own, they hate to stay in the glock
You like to see what two snappers cost, we got techs
To your chest, bout to make you look like apple sauce
So if you want a sample, I got seventeen reasons
To make folks forget about you, like Tevin Campbell
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
You might see me in a Lac, four 18's black on black
Sitting low holding gat, waiting for a nigga to jack
When it's time I get crunk, I got rugers I got pumps
My name show when I pop trunk, Mike Jones is no punk
I got hoes down to die for me, niggaz down to ride for me
I got friends I got rivalries, a lot of niggaz watching me
You can look but don't touch, cause if you touch then I bust
Swishahouse Swishablast, if y'all didn't know we can't be touched
[Magno]
We can't be touched, because we move like powder
And I don't mind shooting at a nigga, if his mood is sour
I'm a technique flower, this ain't New York
But you better stay undercover, like Malik Yober
Cause we looking for you, big guns forty times
We not from San Francisco, but we got forty nines
And if you prolly heard the gat, it was me
Trigga pull cause I run with the wolves, like Wally Servedat
[Hook - 4x]
[Chamillion: hook 2x]
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
[Mike Jones]
I got dem platinum shinin', all the time'n
Screens fallin', 5th wheel reclinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
I'm Mike Jones(Mike Jones)
I stack change and grip grain
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger
Until I die, I'ma hunt for change
I had to get up and off my ass
Depend on self to stack my cash
I'm first in the game, I'm never last
Until I pass, I'ma make the cash
Me, Chamille, and Magno
Grind hard everyday for the cash flow
I pull up in the jag slow
It's M.O.B. until I go
I hit the catch on princess cut
I leave sluts and make 'em fuckin suck
Cause Mike Jones don't give a fuck
Cause Mike Jones don't give a fuck
I grind for mine, that's why I shine
I hog the lights, cause I work for mine
I grill shine like pine on pine
I'm ballin' now, so wait in line
[hook 2x]
[Magno]
Day to day, grindin'
I knocked off'd 5 gators
All chrome, my money run long - like Clyde Davis
So you know how my wheels sit
Like my benz topless
So like the game of dominoes - I dropped the big 6
In a drop wit big chicks
The guts is plushed off
Makin' girls rush off
Cause we throwin buck soft
Now my green stackin'
You'll never say my team's second
If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman
He jus' fine, it's Magno, the streets is mine
I'm in that 740-i, backseats reclined
With the curtains in the back
Girls - twerkin' on the sack
Niggas fightin' for front seat
The 18s turn 'em and they back
The game need me like Glady's need the pimps
My wallet's like a python - it always keep a grip
Before, I ain' had a dime
All I had was time
But since I got grind, now I got shine
Steady grindin'!
[hook 2x]
[Chamillion]
Hey, has anybody else seen this cat?
Leanin' back in a greenish 'llac
With throwback and a phoenix cap
Rag top with the screens attached
It don't take a true genious act
Like you dont know that the king is back
It's Koopa, I pop my trunk
And flash lights while you lead it back
I used to wave at a broad
"Who he wavin' at? Ain't me?"
Now I wave my sleeve in the breeze
And mother nature gets brain freeze
Change the, t.v. and you see
The tool man on my channel
Help me figure how to dismantle
All this wood in my dope panel
Nano-nano we grindin', we outta this world
Say no, I'll put my foot up your anus
And kick you outta this world
No colleges girl, the lizard man got edu-ma-cation
And benjamin chasin' now they sick like no medicine's taken
You betta go ask G-Dash or Michael Watts
Who's stackin stocks or flashin rocks
Hardest thing got after 'Pac
I should try to be an astronaught
Girls wanna gimme ass and I got plenty of "not's"
>From mashin' the spots, mom and pops
The package in drops
I'm tellin ya pops, we grindin' like there ain' no tomorrow
If I go broke, this whole
"Hey Travis, can I borrow a dollar?"
A balla, a scholar who's switchin class on top of the rank
My name gon' go where Wells Fargo go on top of the bank
If niggas that shine was in joke, in this game they be callin' me
The Chamillion Era, mixed the king of comedy
You wouldn't believe me ballin' if you never did see it
Till me, Mike and Mag pull up
In a me no speak English
And that's a foreign baby!
[hook 2x]
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where Come Who...Mike Jones
[Mike Jones]
Hittin the block with rocks in socks let down my top when the sun is hot
ice drippin from grilling watts
some complain cause Mike is hot
I'm hopin out for the baller block
pimpin hoes in the parking lot
flippin (??) with no halter top
they say Mike Jones fell off the "Who?"
I blew up fast I thought you knew
down south we bang screw
when I'm done with it, it will be a puroo
when I flow you can't deny I'm cold as fuck and I'm all so fly
hoes bop when I pass by cuz they know I'm a fly guy
show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her still
hop in the lincoln with buck wheel screens fall down sayin "Whats the deal"
Coming soon is "Runnin The Game" so yall can see how I'm runnin the game
I hit the streets fans run up to me and tell me that that I'm runnin thangs
Mike Jones, Slim Thug, Lil Keke we be valetin in v.i.p sippin henessy with a dime piece
on my side when I ride I'm on 24's like T.I.
definition of Mike Jones and the Swishahouse "We Fly"
I talk the talk and walk the walk princess cuts in my platinum mouth
when "Who is Mike Jones" come Ima put a mill in the vault
I talk the talk and walk the walk princess cuts in my platinum mouth
when "Who is Mike Jones" come Ima put a mill in the vault
{Chorus} (Mike Jones) and Paul Wall 2x
(Cash Flow I flip alot)
(Freak hoes I pimp alot)
(Playa haters I aint trippin about)
(Cause they aint got the cash that I got)
Cash flow I flip alot
Freak hoe I pimp alot
Playa haters I aint trippin about
Cause they aint got the cash that I got
[Lil Keke]
Who is Mike Jones, who is Lil Ke
Aint no motherfuckin where you dat you niggaz now me
an underground legend makng plenty of wealth
S.U.C to the finish it is the Don himself
yeah I'm platinum bound with this platinum sound
hit the strip on a Sunday
let the top lay down
spit this gangsta shit and they love it for real
I sold 5 hundred thousand no major deal
thats the truth nigga
pull the sound scan I swear thats the proof nigga
side ways got my duece out the roof nigga
and they lovin it G
certified go-getter out the sev-1-3
im a O.G (O.G.) and I pay what it cost
me and Slim Thug, The Boss at the SwishaHouse
I'm bouncin on 24's rollin on big thangs
hittin the highway and I'm still changin lanes
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
ha......ha Slim T-H-U(during chorus)
It is Slim Thugga motherfucker
the big boss of the north
that been boss since I was spittin hits with the house
and I'm sittin on too much mail to put it for sale
You want my spot
oh well come follow my trail
a trendsetta been havin chedda since (uhh) forever
(Slim when you gon drop your solo?) shit probaly never
I'd rather spit these hit flows
and get rich off those
(picture this) a underground rapper with his own clothes
(who knows) I done shows every week since 98
off these other cats tracks now who else the done dat
and still turned down deals worth more than a mill
(naw I'm a chill)and I'm still worth more than a mill for real!
I got my money right
Slim said for life
so next time you think you the nicest
(stupid)think twice!
take my advice (have your shit right)
before you test
cause when you messin with these three you fuckin with the best nigga!
[Chorus]
98
(I Don't Remember Feelin' Like This)
[Hook - Ashanti]
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Baby I Love You)
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (I Love It-Love It When I Hear Ya Name, Got Me Sayin')
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Baby I Love You)
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Baby I Love You)
[Mike Jones]
First of all I must confess
I'm loved sick to the chest
With you under my arms girl I thank the Lord that I'm blessed
Girl I know I look like a thug, dress-dress like a thug
I can't help it I'ma thug, that's enough (Mike Jones)
Ain't gotta sex all the time, bump and grind all the time
You good qual, I just-I just want some quality time
And I'll show you that I'm good, not just in bed, instead overall
Just call and Mike Jones is gon' crawl
To ya house, and make ya scream and shout
Cuz pleasin' you girl is what Mike Jones is about
Baby girl when I start stackin' this paper, me and you gon' live gravy
We gon' move outta Tex and have estates in Jamaica
[Hook - Ashanti]
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
[Intro]
Mike Jones...Mike Jones
Who, Mike Jones
Who, Mike Jones
Ballin Underground...huh
[Verse 1]
I need a girl who is gonna be down with me
And won't clown when I ask you go down on me
About a bitch that ain't quick to clown on me
She shake her ass then she bring me my money
I'm looking for a jazzy, classy broad
In the sheets she's a freaky nasty broad
In the streets she's real and never fraud
If you see her tell her I got some questions man
[Chorus]
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
[Verse 2]
If you caught me cheatin on you would you give me some hell
If I was locked up in jail would you send me some mail
If I was gone for a while tell the truth will you still..
Send letters, take calls, and pay all of my bills
Mike Jones...If I was broke would you give me some cash
Fresh out the pen would you give me some ass
Without a job can I stay at ya crib
And let me run it like I'm paying the bills
I can't lie, I been peepin yo frame
And I see you can't stop looking at the rocks on my chain
Mike Jones... you all on me cause I got me some fame
Would you still be down if I was broke with no change
[Chorus]
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Mike Jones..
Who... Coming Soon
[Chorus:]
Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads.
Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads.
Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, (Mike Says, Mike Says) I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads.
(Mike Jones)
Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, (Mike Says, Mike Says)
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads.
(Mike Jones)
[Verse 1:]
I Use To Struggle Now Your Boy Be Out Here Burnin' Bread,
Use To Get Turned Down, Now Your Boy Be Turnin' Heads,
We Know Who Use Diss, Now The Start To Smile.
They See Me Comin' And They Wanna Hang Around A While.
They See Me Lookin' Good, Candy Apple All Of Wood.
I'm Stackin' Bread, Turnin' Heads In My Neighboorhood.
I Turn Heads When I Step Outside, Turn Heads When I'm In My Ride.
I Make A Person Look Twice (Cause They See My Money Ride)
I Said I Turn Heads When I Step Outside, Turn Heads When I'm In My Ride.
I Make A Person Look Twice (Cause They See My Money Ride)
I Hit The Bullet Board Candy Blue Or Candy Red, I'm Breakin' Necks Cause My Diamonds Got'em Turnin' Heads.
I Hit The Bullet Board Candy Blue Or Candy Red, I'm Breakin' Necks Cause My Diamonds Got'em Turnin' Heads
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I Went From Riding Bus, To Big Trophy Tucks.
I'm Turnin' Heads And Breakin' Necks When I'm Rollin'lubs.
They Think Everyone Else Was Runnin' Now They See Me Comin', Just Start Jumpin' On The Gutter Just See Who Really Want Me.
They See Me Riding Ooooooooo They See Me Stackin' Dooooough, The See The Black on Black Phantom on them 24's.
They See Me Riding Ooooooooo They See Me Stackin' Dooooough, The See The Black on Black Phantom on them 24's.
I Keep 84's In The Parking Lot, Down To Shine If It's Dark Or Not And Doin' 8 Times (Club Ice Age In On The Spot)
I Keep 84's In The Parking Lot, Down To Shine If It's Dark Or Not And Doin' 8 Times (Club Ice Age In On The Spot)
They Use To Laugh At My Belly Now The Wanna Rub On My Belly Every Sunday To Get In My Club.
They Use To Laugh At My Belly Now The Wanna Rub On My Belly Every Sunday To Get In My Club.
[Chorus x2]
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads
I'ma, go getter, cash flow flipper
Straight from the jungle so call me a gorilla
I got cash but I stay grindin' for more figures
For the scrilla I'll move a brick quicker then the next nigga
I got bling all up in my teeth (Mike Jones!)
I run the game so I'm the king of the streets
Niggaz showed beef cuz I'm on top
before the fame they ain't care if I was dead or not
But now I'm hot they wanna baller block, scheme and plot
Tryna do whatever it takes to take me out
I wonder why cuz I'm on top of the game and mad at that
Once I blow yo career you can have it back
But until then I'm flippin' 'fins stackin' benjamin's
Tryna get me and my family in a benz
So I grind, hopin' one day I'll shine
Leavin' haters behind, so if you wanna shine
You better wait in line
Platinum Underground, November 18th
When it hit the stores, November 18th
That's my birthday, that's my b-day
You think I'm cold as fuck, check out my DJ
'5000' Watts, you know we on top
WhoMikeJones.com 'finna wreckshop
Yeah, Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, yeah!
[Mike Jones - Talking]
What's my muthafuckin' name
Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, who?
Mike Jones, best rapper alive
SwishaHouse, SwishaBlast
Yeah!
On my woodgrain I'm grippin', purple jelly I'm sippin
84 straight out the box didn't have time for the dippin'
New pirelli's I'm flippin', workin' hard in the kitchen
Movin', 8 one on butter just to make me a livin'
I got, no time for chillin', I'm tryna make me a million
So I'ma grind and put it down til' I live out my vision
I represent SwishaHouse, I represent SwishaBlast
Since I signed a contract I been stackin' my cash
I put a female last cuz they wouldn't there when I was, broke
So now I'm rich them hoes get no love
I pull up to the club, valet' my shit on dubs
I'ma P-I-M-P, bitch I ain't no scrub
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones Jones)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go
Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low
I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor
I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor
I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean, then I rock
(Mike Jones!)
First I lean, then I rock
I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go
It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors
Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's
But I got love for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows
Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know
That I get love from the B's, love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's
Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!?
When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One
You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina
I?m Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun
Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room
When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go
An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin?
Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin?
Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I?m sippin?
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone
An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone
Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59
I love my car like I love my wife
See low ridin? ain?t a sport it?s a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life
It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me
You gotta put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise
That?s the tires, you understand me
You gotta put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you understand me
It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?
An' you gotta drop the top
You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have a beat
And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the b-sack
That's how it's gotta go down man
That?s real lowridin?, you understand me
From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'
We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
You can ride all day long
Another Mike Diesel production
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone
Chasing a man you can?t see
(Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)
I?m back my music tracks about to sell another meal
My pants they saggin? from them hundred dollar billz
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Before I came I just say the streets wouldn?t feel
The s*** that I?m spittin?, the s*** that?s real
But now I?m like mellow I?m the king of the hill
American dream I?m livin? that for real
Eleven Corvette a *** tell me how you feel
The diamonds on my teeth
And put them on my phantom grill, smile, ha ha
You can ride all day long
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone
Chasing a man you can?t see
(Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)
I used to get fist by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up, they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you wanna, I?ma leave you f***** up
Used to roll hatchback now, I?m Cadillac and Benz
Used to roll hatchback now, I?m Cadillac and Benz
I used to have homies, now I?m like *** friends
'Cause even back then all they did was pretend
Now I got my own label Ice Age and I?m boss
I?m the mayor of this town with the key to that boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that Rick Ross, Ross
You can ride all day long
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone
Chasing a man you can?t see
(You can?t see me baby)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)
Hey, now make it rain, hey, now make it rain, hey, now make it rain
Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah!
I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
TV screens rain in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I'm gettin brain from yo' dame in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
My candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin; in the turnin lane
Diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin; in the turnin lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl; in the turnin lane
You know me, I ain't trippin 'bout the laws; in the turnin lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow; to the turnin lane
Whip lookin like it's in a car show; in the turnin lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow; in the turnin lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes; in the turnin lane
While I'm waitin I blow green and sip lean; in the turnin lane
Seems like this light ain't gon' never turn green; in the turnin lane
But I ain't rushin because I got time, try to keep up behind
and I'ma hit ya with that nine; see in the turnin lane
Piece and chain icy rang showin; in the turnin lane
Show my grills and diamonds start glowin; in the turnin lane
I'm jammin Screw music while I'm waitin; in the turnin lane
"Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated; in the turnin lane
I'll leave some cats aside quick; in the turnin lane
Them boys really think they're slick; in the turnin lane
But if they even try trippin; in the turnin lane
I'ma have to empty out my clip; in the turnin lane
I keep my eyes wide open; in the turnin lane
Me and my infrared dot scopin; in the turnin lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm lookin great
Don't wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and I'll run yo 'plate
I'm Mike Jones - WHO? Mike Jones, from the Dirty South
They say my grill clean so you know I ain't got no dirty mouth
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
I ride on the swang, I grip on woodgrain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin lane
I got Escalade ESV's in my drop I watch DVD's
Now I'm hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me; in the turnin lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stackin change, I did it to have thangs
Now I'm in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin
I got diamonds in my grill, you can't tell when I'm grinnin; in the turnin lane
Befo' I got on a major, I was underground stackin that paper
Career pimps players and hustlers don't mess with them haters
My album - "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto'
We gon' screw dat
Bring your music down to H-Town (we gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around (we gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin through ya town (we gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-Town (we gon' screw dat)
I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin screens
Diamonds in my grill and ear, you know I live a baller's dream
My music gotta be (screwed up) I came in the game and moved up
A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up
I got diamonds shinin on my cross, candy blind me from the gloss
I keep my hand on nina ross for haters who wanna break me off
80 4's underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink everytime I po' up, purple drink everytime I po' up
Doe-doe that's all I blow up, got in the game and I had to show up
Piece and chain, diamond Range, when you see it it'll make you throw up
Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin the underground, even though I got a major deal
Down South we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin the underground, even though I got a major deal
So - we be jammin our music slow, candy drippin up off the do'
Diamonds shinin, pimp reclinin - I'm actin bad on all you hoes
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha Blast, we on the grind, for the cash
Y'all movin slow, we movin fast, y'all movin slow, we movin fast
I'm stackin dough, pimpin hoes, grippin grain sippin on fo-fo's
[Mike Jones - Talking]
Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones
Final Chapter, 2k4, SwishaHouse, Mike Jones
Rumor is, alot of people hatin' me
But I'ma tell y'all what I've been doin' lately
Stackin' chips, flippin' whips, rollin' around packin' clips
Fuckin' hoes between they lips I hit the block get a knot and dip
Mo-Mo woodgrain I grip, purple drank from the cup I sip
Invicible set, princess cuts shinin' from behind my lips
Michael Watts choppin' & screwin', runnin' the game is what I'm goin'
Michael Watts choppin' & screwin', runnin' the game is what I'm goin'
King of the Streets is my next underground, after that
I'ma drop Platinum Underground
281-330-8004, if you wanna know more hit me up on the low
Mike Jones clothes comin' out, Mike Jones movie comin' out
I got hot in the game, now I got groupies comin' out
To my shows, cuz they know that I'ma flow-pro
When I step on the micro, I'ma give the world a show
5 G's for me to speak, open mouth platinum teeth
I get G's everytime I speak, everyday of the week
I'm the King of these Streets, motherfucker!
[Mike Jones - Talking]
King of the Streets
Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, who?
Mike Jones.com
I'm jammin' SwishaHouse and Big Wheel inside my cadillac
I'm grippin' wood in my fleetwood wit my Tv's fall flat
I gotta DTS, DHS, and a couple of ESV's
I got 22's crawlin' on all cars and SUV's
I'm Mike Jones, who? - Mike Jones, Jones
They stay grindin' and stay shinin' in that cadillac on chrome
I hit the boulevard lookin' like a mack
Jammin' screw in my cadillac
Trunk blew, tipped cracked hate to do it but it's like that
I payed the cost to be the boss
so now I shine when I floss
I put 5,000 in my mouth
the next to blow up down south
Who Mike Jones comin' soon
Just bought a lac off show-room floor
Lettin' you know I'm the realest on this hoe
281-330-8004, that's my cellphone number hit me up on the low
My album, Who Is Mike Jones? comin' soon
My album, Who Is Mike Jones? comin' soon
Who came in the game
and ran the underground just by sayin' his name
Mike Jones-Jones, the dude that's so smooth
In 7 months he blew, split haters in 2
I started off movin' rocks, til' I got my name hot
Now my plot is to jump in rap and wreckshop
Some said I'ma flop, now they scared cuz I'm hot
I'm on top and they not so they wanna hate and knock
I'm in demand, thanks to all my fans
How he blew up so fast, some don't understand
I'ma man with plans, I hit the road for grands
Depend on self, never depend on man
Cuz man 'll leave you stuck, fucked with no bucks
Outta luck, want some cash you better hustle up
Cuz ain't shit comin' free cuz it ain't come free to me
So you gon' have to grind hard just like me
To get paid, either that or minimum wage
My advice I'm bout to give you take this here to ya grave
You don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
No if and's or but's, bottom line-line
You don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
No if and's or but's, bottom line
[Mike Jones]
When I fall up in the club, hoes show me love
I'm sipping purple drank, better known as that mud
I'm gone off that drank, so I guess I'm just leaning
X-O in our system, so you know that hoe fiending
I chill with Young Doodie, Magno and Sir Daily
Cause we be pimping these hoes, on a daily basis
I come through clean in a Lac green, with ten screens
And a fine dime, next to me
I keep this shit clever, cause I'm a playa nigga
I put a hoe last, cause I'm all about my figgas
I keep my money on my mind all the time, I don't rap for free I'm
On a mission, to stack up these dolla signs
I gotta go get it, I ain't bullshitting
Cause the minute that you slipping, you fall off and you ain't in it
So I gotta stay up in the game, and blow up like a flame
And use my fame in the game, to stack up some mo' change
I got these hoes screaming my name, while giving me brain
When I'm done fucking her brain, I'll give you back your name
[Hook - 2x]
Cause when I'm in the club, hoes show me love
I hit Watts and Slim Thug, when I need some mo' drugs
I got some hoes bopping, cause they see us on dubs
But they gotta suck and fuck, if they hopping in the truck
And uh...
[Mike Jones]
My name, my set I claim
Is gon forever be the same, and I swear to God that it won't change
No mo' free shows, free flows
Cause if you want me to flow or do a show, you gotta come off do'
And I refuse to lose
I'm in demand now, cause I done paid my dues
Y'all niggaz are pissed off, cause my career about to lift off
And tell your chick my dick, she need to get off
Cause I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones
(who) Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones
(*talking*)
Ballin Underground baby
(*talking*)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
Put ya lighters up, put ya lighters up
Mike Jones-Jones-Jones, I get...
[Hook]
(high-high-high), Swishahouse we get
(high-high-high), Swishablast we get
(high-high-high), H-Town we get
(high-high-high), Harlem Nights we get
(high-high-high), my Screw Heads be getting
(high-high-high), the Dirty South be getting
(high-high-high), and Mike Jones be getting
[Mike Jones]
Green sticky, as long as it's do-do I ain't picky
If I sold pounds for two fifty, would you fuck with me
I'm sliding down Tidwell, candy blue V-12
I hit the club, with that do-do smell
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones-Jones
That's gotta get full blown, before I grab the microphone
Let's get high, raise your lighters to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where music, and everything is in slow-mo
I'm sliding down Richmond, top and bottom glissening
I got something to say, so please listen
[Hook]
(high-high-high), J-Boss be getting
(high-high-high), G-Dash be getting
(high-high-high), G.C. be getting
(high-high-high), my boy Mack be getting
(high-high-high), Joy Boy be getting
(high-high-high), Red Boy be getting
(high-high-high), and Michael Watts be getting
[Mike Jones]
50/50 click Hollywood, my hood is Studawood
My name blow when I raise hood, I sit on buck and I molest the wood
I come down that Tidwell, with females in a V-12
Fully loaded on Spewells, my crack sell off client tale
I'm Mike Jones from North mayn, color change when I swang lanes
I'm stacking bills got tired of change, I'm stacking bills got tired of change
I don't hot cap so please speak, top and bottom platinum teeth
Girls fall out whenever I speak, straight to the room I'm wrecking tweet
50/50-Mike Jones, go hard in the paint on the microphone
In the Bentley truck holding styrofoam, about to get our shine on
I'm sliding down Richmond, top and bottom glissening
I got something to say, so please listen
[Hook]
(high-high-high), 50/50 he get
(high-high-high), Magno he gets
(high-high-high), Babyface he gets
(high-high-high), H-Town we get
(high-high-high), Swishahouse we get
(high-high-high), Swishablast we get
(*talking*)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones, Ballin Underground
From H-Town, to Funky Town
[Hook: Thyra - 2x]
Dick, don't fail me now
I gotta turn shorty out
She don't want, nobody else
But me, and only me
[Mike Jones]
I fuck a slut get my dick sucked, then I (slide out)
I hit the cut maybe some bucks, then I (ride out)
I'm hot now, so hoes trail me now
So my dick gotta stay hard, it can't fail me now
I blew up quick up in the game, now these sluts chasing
I fuck 'em leave 'em and send 'em home, with some fuck faces
Mike Jones and my boy Thyra, ain't nobody liver
When my dick hard, all I need girl is your hot saliva
I never claim the pussy mine, cause it ain't mine to claim
But for some reason when I'm in it, they scream out my name
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
(Who), Mike Jones-Jones-Jones
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
How you want it, from the front or the back
I love a sexy freak bitch, that's so quick to attack
When she hear my name at home, or work she fiending
Wishing time passing, so she can suck on my semen
Like Red I'm a misfit, love to get my dick licked
Sex is so good, when I'm twisted
Gone off X-O, let yourself go
To a world, that only Mike Jones know
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
I know you doubt a man, but why should I complain
(Cause I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones and
(I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
We run trains, on other niggaz dames cause
(We don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
Mike Jones, Thyra and Cocaine we
(Never gave a fuck about your maaaaaan, ooooh)
[Hook - 2x]
(*talking*)
"Who is Mike Jones" coming soon baby, yeah
My boy Thyra, Cocaine, Mike Jones uh
Yeah, I fuck hoes everyday nigga cause
(I don't give a fuck about your maaaaaan, yeah)
I run train, on other niggaz dames cause
[Mike Jones]
I'm back on the track, I'm bout to rip it apart
40 carats on my chest froze up my heart
I'm Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones Jones
That'll hit the block with all of my rocks and won't leave til'
my rocks gone
Lemme slow the beat down
And give you hoes this free sound
Mike Jones, Fat Bastard and Tum-Tum we now
About to take the game over
Change lanes in a Range Rover
They say my trunk drunk cuz my 5th had a hang-over
T-Fast and Magno
Pullin' up in that jag slow
Double T behind me, freakin' all the jazzy hoes
Hold up, where Big Tuck?
He pullin' up candy buck edition, flippin' Expedition
Stack it up and leave slimy sluts
D-Town, hold it down
Holly Hills, after clown
Well Who Is Mike Jones, my solo album comin' round
George Lopez, DSR
SwishaHouse we up to par
We on the scene, lookin' clean
Droppin' screens, sippin' bar
Who Is Mike Jones?, that's the name of my album
I ain't got gold lil mama I got platinum
Big Watts, he make the beat chop
My 4 18's hit the block and made our hearts drop
Mike Jones for the summer
I might flip 4 Runner or a Hummer
I shine like Baby but I ain't a #1 Stunner
I keep it real, you ain't know?
I use my skills to get dough and pay bills, you ain't know?
And that's real
[Chorus x2]
Cuz we grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Fuckin' hoes and stackin' change
DSR and SwishaHouse if you ain't know we off the chain
We on the scene, lookin' clean
Sippin' lean, droppin' screens
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about
What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts
V-V-S, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup
I'm grippin on that grain man, switching lane to lane man
In my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thang
I'm in the parking lot with my candy apple drop
Hop inside, press a button, watch my top pass out
See I'm a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for reclining
Watch me smile and show my grill so y'all can see that I'm a shine
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the low
I'm from the city of the clutch where the music screwed up
I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby
What ya know about some vogue tires and 84's
Candy paint red cherry blossom drippin off the door
I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out
Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin on this Swishahouse
I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk popper
I'm something like a chick magnet catching all the boppers
We used to ride choppers back in 9-8
Still jammin grey tapes in this Lone Star state
I'm from the place we be sippin on prescription cough syrup
It's some icy white shoes and a tall tee shirt
I got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the back
We still jammin Robert Davis what ya know about that baby
Pulling up holding, got the top folding
Got vogues on my lo' when I got the drop strolling
Got Now 'N' Later paint (paint)
Peter Pan guts (guts)
15's banging I can beat a man up
Big grill in the lady, gat in the waist
See the 5th wheel sleepin when I'm sliding away
Poppin my trunk, you see the lights glowing
Me and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite pouring
It's an H-Town thang when you riding on swangs
In that candy coated frame grippin on that wood grain
You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
MIKE JONES! For the ladies baby!
Who? Mike Jones!
(Yeeah!)
This here for the ladies man
You know what im sayin
I know I aint balling right now but
If you stay down with me while im down
when I come up, Imma prove it to you
(Prove What?)
That im the type of nigga you need!
I'm not a balla just dreaming of being one
If you with me while i'm broke, when i'm rich it'll be more fun and, we can cruise i'll show you the
whole world
C'mon be a grown lady instead of a little girl, cause Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im
all that you need, girl.
Baby girl, I know you tired of that mess
You're man giving you stress
put that cigarrete down let me put your nerves to rest
See im a man, not a child, with things that'll make you smile
You was here when I was broke so I know you here for awhile
she encouraged me to keep working hard for my dream, even though my lights were out she stayed on my
team
She helped me, stay focus to get what I need and I told her when I blow the whole world she gon' see
she gon' be the only one you see me with
Im for real this girl here's legit, I aint got alot of dollars but she loves the dick, while at the
time me and her loves to get
I'm gon' be there for her like she was there for me, I looked at her and told her, 'Mike Jones the
type of nigga you need' I looked at her and told her, 'Mike Jones the type of nigga you need'.
I'm not a balla just dreaming of being one
If you with me while i'm broke, when i'm rich it'll be more fun and, we can cruise i'll show you the
whole world
C'mon be a grown lady instead of a little girl, cause Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im
all that you need, girl.
I'm feeling that, Im feeling it uh..
The tone in your voice I know what you want and baby you uh, made the right choice cause the sex is
great
Your love is a pit and im feeling way more qaulified, then them bustas you be dealin with, come and
get a hit of this
Mama come on and roll with me, Dont worry bout that drama yeah I keep that .4 with me
Pretty much im down for a one night stand that caddy driving man wood grain all up in his hands
come on and roll with a G, come on and smoke with a G, and I know your Dad and your mama dont even
approve of me
but still the girl show me love cause she real, the type of chick thats down with you with or without
your deal and theres no future bigger then the one I planning for us
You got me twisted and titled I think im about to bust baby,I think im about to bust
cause a, cause a, cause I told you im all you need
I'm not a balla just dreaming of being one
If you with me while i'm broke, when i'm rich it'll be more fun and, we can cruise i'll show you the
whole world
C'mon be a grown lady instead of a little girl, cause Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im
all that you need, girl.
Before the fame and change came you were holdin me down when I need me a rise you would roll me
around, she kept the sunshine and when the rain came around and from then on I went on
I told her for being down, 'Im gunna forever be around with her' cause I aint putting all this time
just to leave her she needs me and I know that I need her, Yeah Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones, Jones,
and Im the type of nigga you need
I'm not a balla just dreaming of being one
If you with me while i'm broke, when i'm rich it'll be more fun and, we can cruise i'll show you the
whole world
C'mon be a grown lady instead of a little girl, cause Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im
Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)
Four fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with indvisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to an ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
Hmm, hey
(Girl, I gotta be next to you)
Hmm, hey
(Girl, I gotta be next to you)
I'm waiting, anticipating for you baby
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
And I'm wanting you 'cause you got me
Boy you got me
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
I ain't trippin' about the lime light
'Cause when I'm with my shawty she keep my mind right
When we up in the mall she fill up shoppin' bag
She love to popp them tags, she love to drive the Jag
Whenever we alone she throw away my phone
'Cause she don't want no interruptions while we goin' strong
My baby, my baby don't be on that bullshit
My baby, my baby know I keep a full clip
That's why I met her outside at 7:45
That's why I take pride when I slide up in them thighs
My baby boo she true you know she hold me down
So when I get some time I spend it with her now
I'm waiting, anticipating for you baby
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
And I'm wanting you 'cause you got me
Boy, you got me
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
My lil' mama she know how the game go
She know if is 'bout the money, she know daddy gotta go
She know if is 'bout the paper, them paper I'm gon' get
Bring it back to the crib, them paper we gon' split
She understand what I do, she trust me and keep it true
Even though I leave her lonely she knows that I love her too
While I'm hot I gotta get it, gotta stay on the grind
And she already know when I'm home, she take all my time
I love to cuddle up, love to make her blush
Girl I can't get enough 'cause I gotta be next to you
I love to cuddle up, love to make her blush
Girl I can't get enough 'cause I gotta be next to you
I'm waiting, anticipating for you baby
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
And I'm wanting you 'cause you got me
Boy you got me
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
Now I know that daddy gotta go out there and get it
I know that when he get some time he spend it with me
I know that he gon' always be around
So I'll let him hit his ex outta town, yeah
And I know that lil' mama gon' hope daddy down
I know that she gon' make me smile when I frown
I know that shawty's more than a friend
That's why I ride wit her 'til the end, yeah
I'm waiting, anticipating for you baby
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
And I'm wanting you 'cause you got me
Boy you got me
('Cause I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
(I gotta be next to you)
Baby you on my mind
Long as we spending time, girl 'cause
I say
Hook:
Leanin On Dat Butter, Leanin On Dat Butter
Leanin leanin On Dat Butter
Hater .. while i’m Leanin On Dat Butter
Leanin On Dat Butter, Leanin leanin On Dat Butter
OMG i say Leanin On Dat Butter, Leanin On Dat Butter
Leanin leanin On Dat Butter, hold the ground sip the drink
Leanin leanin On Dat Butter, Leanin On Dat Butter
Leanin leanin On Dat Butter, hold might down
Hold your back bad bitch with me while i’m leanin On Dat Butter,
He’ll be screaming .. while i’m leanin On Dat Butter, on dat .
Can’t be falls you know i’m leanin On Dat Butter,
Take our first class flow i’ma .. trip the color switchin lanes
I see .. i say first class flow on the ground in the ..
Drippin color switchin lanes i see ..everywhere
Like a ..in my cup leanin leanin On Dat Butter,
She .. at the bucks she leanin on that Butter,
I .. leanin leanin On Dat Butter,
Would brain dirt ..you know i’m leanin On Dat Butter,
No sinners can .. leanin On Dat Butter,
Bust a left than i bust a right leanin On Dat Butter,
I remember when they used to ..
Now them hoes do anything to take a trip
I wonder why because i’m
[Hook:]
Butter sees without lane out me taking my green on
In the parking line so i’m about to tell my friends on
Have friends that .. i still slide them hater for
OMG i am still on the .. you used to .. on my dick
Haters say ‘cause i talk that shit
Where’s my job i heard it turn the runnin shit
They used to .. not it on my dick
Haters say ‘cause i talk that shit where’s my job
I heard it back the runnin shit
She used to .. tryin to have my ..
She my .. now she try to come inside my world
..she my favorite girl ...
Radin on for them hoes ..
I see it she just wanna smoke my weed and my drinks
I already know what them hoes thing
She all homie ‘cause i’m ..
[Hook:]
Me and my .. leanin leanin on that Butter,
Time we can see it nigga leanin on that Butter,
My chick just got a new whip leanin on that Butter,
..your dash with the wood strip leanin on that Butter,
I’m so kush with some .. leanin on that Butter,
I thought a .. and i got a .. leanin on that Butter,
I say i’m so kush with the pain at all leanin on that Butter,
I thought a .. and i got it .. let go
Who?! Mike Jones
Shyeah!
Keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
It's going down
Even though the laws patrolling
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
Cause I ain't about to go down
They see me doing my shiit, that's why they in my miix
Jackers plotting along watching like I'm moving bricks
But I ain't move nothing, I'm on my grind hustling
Come at me wrong and my chrome gon' give you a concussion
I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs
But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best
With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect
Myself, because they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones
Who! Mike Jones
The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me
24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie
And I don't give a damn if they rollin', cause my top gets folden
The AK I'm holding (Lil' Bran: Cause I ain't about to go down)
Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know
I'm on a mission to get paid
Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed
And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt
In the heat of the moment, let's see if that heat gon buck first
And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat
And if I do get jacked, you better believe I'm coming back in all black
I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin"
See them jackers watching like I aint payin' attention
But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly
Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly
Cause I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us
No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gon' be my back up
Act up: If you wanna and I swear you'll be a goner
I put it all on my mama, you niggaz don't want no drama
It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holding that steel
When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill
I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the scrill
Represent yo hood,
represent yo block,
represent yo spot.
"Know what I'm saying?"
represent ya ward,
represent ya town because its goin down.
"Know what I'm talkin bout?"
When you seee me with my gun on,
its a be a one on,
you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
Some of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique,
move yay get a bigger brick,
wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick.
So do me a favor (favor),
recognize that you a hater,
that couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.
Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
finna meet me at yo sista house,
tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
Nigga we gon set up shop in here,
let bottles pop in here,
and watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.
Shit midddle fingaz up (and haters down),
we about that drama,
so if you dont want it bitch dont bring us up.
Man and we gonna be grindin,
nigga huggin this block,
till they free KS and let my brother off lock.
I sip on purple barre,
ride around town in my candy car,
diamonds shine like a star.
I love to grip that wood grain,
love to talk that texas slang,
I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga.
Because down south we be tippin on fo's,
in the parking lot pimpin these hoes,
its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
Down in H-Town we grippin on grain,
flippin on swangs sippin that drank,
causin pain in the turnin lane nigga.
(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
I said 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
They betta stop playin,
because we might slain,
somebody start prayin man.
I'm bout to get it hot,
before i blow the spot,
give me some henn and rocks fool.
I'm bout to let it go,
I'm talkin killa blow,
you watch yo chick you check ya bitch.
You niggas know its on,
we pushin plenty chrome,
this the Don me and Bun.
I fuck with Mike Jones,
broke niggas stay at home,
we off the hook like Cokka Book.
Big Texas where its at,
Ya'll betta holla back,
we packin gats and smokin sacks.
Pimpin these young hoes,
and my bank roll sits swoll,
got me tippin on fo fo's nigga.
I'm bout to smash up,
Ya'll niggas given up,
MIKE JONES!!
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
GEAH, MIKE JONES!!
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah! Hypnotize Minds)
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dopefiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin hard in the parkin lot
Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts
I pack a nine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin time by talkin down
You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin bad and I'm feelin fine
Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine everytime I talk
I spit a verse, head straight to the vault
cause Mike Jones can't take a loss
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine everytime I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
cause Mike Jones can't take a loss
M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green
Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw
Michael Watts, he choppin it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin her up
I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin grands
I'm runnin the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin the game with my masterplan
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip
I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
Cause Mike Jones is in the streets
I'm grippin grain, switchin lanes
Causin pain in the turnin lane
In 7 months I'm runnin the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?
I'm grippin grain, switchin lanes
Causin pain in the turnin lane
In 7 months I'm runnin the game
"Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me"
"Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me - I SAID"
"Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me"
"Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me - I SAID"
Mike Jones!!
Befo' I came up in the game these hoes didn't show no love
They see me in the club and used to treat me like a scrub
They wouldn't holla cause my dollars wasn't swoll enough
I bet they change they mind when them 80 4's come rollin up
They see that I'm a star, now they wanna sit in my car
Now they wanna count my G's, smoke my weed and sip my bar now
They used to love to me diss me, now they rush to hug and kiss me now
They tellin all they friends when I leave how they miss me now
2 8 1, 3 3 0, eight zero zero 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was ill, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was ill, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was ill, shea - because
I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me
But now them same hoes beggin me to pull down they panties
A couple of 'em said I was cute but I was just too chubby
Same size a year later the same hoes wanna fuck me
Because they see me paid, pimpin pens, workin my jelly
And I ain't trippin cause my pockets stick out mo' than my belly
They know I'm paid, livin laid in the shade
2 slabs in the Escalade with fo' or five estates
Then know that I got it made, I'm a motherfuckin baller
She would want a nigga now but I ain't got no time to call her
I'ma stall her like she stalled me, now she tryin to call me
Bitch I'ma dog yo' whole ass like you dogged me
I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name
Ain't nuttin changed but my change, I'ma stay the same
I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name
Ain't nuttin changed but my change, I'ma stay the same
Befo' my paper came, befo' I got my fame
These hoes that's poppin on me now didn't even know my name
They said my flow was lame, they said I had no game
I told 'em all I was fin' to blow they thought I was insane
But then my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick
Cause they see me on the rise and know now my paper thick
But then my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick
Mike Jones, Jones
Mike Jones, Jones
I stay flossing in that candy paint
Blowin dank
Sippin drank on 84 swangers
Tearin up the lane, tearin up the laaaaaaaane
Lil daddy you can tell I'm ballin
From the way I'm flossin 84s I am crawlin
Screens fallin as I slide up and down your block
With a chain full of rocks and princess cuts in my watch
Mike Jones
I'm hot now a lot of people callin
But back then they left Mike Jones crawlin
I'm rising they fallin
Cuz I stayed up on my grind
Didn't have time to whine
Had to put it dine (down)
I'm Mike Jones
Who...Mike Jones
Who...Mike Jones, Jones
And I'm a stay putting it down until the end
Pimpin pens
Tryin to put a brand new benz in the wind
I pull up in a drop top holding grain
Parking lot pimpin mayne
I ain't even trippin mayne
Screens rain as I slide up and down the block
Ride daily holding glock
Cuz I know haters plot
You might see me SUV on 24s
Or I might be flippin tippin on four vogues
Mike Jones
A lot people now mad cuz I'm hot
But they gone be even madder when that jag leave the lot
I stay grindin so I can stay ballin
Cuz Lord knows I can't picture me fallin
I'm crawlin
Candy paint on fours
Doggin all these hos
You handlin the road in my wide body load
I'm a baller shot caller 20 inch crawler
Catch me on the highway or about to tear the mall up
My album Who is Mike Jones comin soon
My album Who is Mike Jones comin soon
I'm pimpin flippin that candy paint
Lane switchin sippin that purple drank
Screen fallin dubs crawlin
I guess that's why the girls keep callin
My phone
I roam and hop in my maybach
Haters knock cuz we on the grind and they not
Big Moe and Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones Jones
Swisha House and the Wreckshop
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
I got dem platinum shinin', all the time'n
Screens fallin', 5th wheel reclinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
I'm Mike Jones
(Mike Jones)
I stack change and grip grain
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger
Until I die, I'ma hunt for change
I had to get up and off my ass
Depend on self to stack my cash
I'm first in the game, I'm never last
Until I pass, I'ma make the cash
Me, Chamille, and Magno
Grind hard everyday for the cash flow
I pull up in the jag slow, it's M.O.B. until I go
I hit the catch on princess cut
I leave sluts and make 'em fuckin' suck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
'Cuz Mike Jones don't give a fuck
I grind for mine, that's why I shine
I hog the lights 'cuz I work for mine
I grill shine like pine on pine
I'm ballin' now, so wait in line
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Day to day, grindin', I knocked off'd 5 gators
All chrome, my money run long like Clyde Davis
So you know how my wheels sit like my Benz topless
So like the game of dominoes, I dropped the big 6
In a drop wit' big chicks, the guts is plushed off
Makin' girls rush off 'cuz we throwin' buck soft
Now my green stackin'
You'll never say my team's second
If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman
He jus' fine, it's Magno, the streets is mine
I'm in that 740-I, backseats reclined
With the curtains in the back, girls twerkin' on the sack
Niggas fightin' for front seat, the 18s turn 'em and they back
The game need me like Glady's need the pimps
My wallet's like a python, it always keep a grip
Before, I ain' had a dime, all I had was time
But since I got grind, now I got shine, steady grindin'
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Hey, has anybody else seen this cat?
Leanin' back in a greenish 'llac
With throwback and a phoenix cap
Rag top with the screens attached
It don't take a true genius act
Like you don't know that the king is back
It's Koopa, I pop my trunk
And flash lights while you lead it back
I used to wave at a broad
"Who he wavin' at? Ain't me?"
Now I wave my sleeve in the breeze
And mother nature gets brain freeze
Change the TV. and you see, the tool man on my channel
Help me figure how to dismantle, all this wood in my dope panel
Nano-nano we grindin', we outta this world
Say no, I'll put my foot up your anus and kick you outta this world
No colleges girl, the lizard man got edu-ma-cation
And Benjamin chasin' now they sick like no medicine's taken
You betta go ask G-Dash or Michael Watts
Who's stackin' stocks or flashin' rocks
Hardest thing got after 'Pac
I should try to be an astronaut
Girls wanna gimme ass and I got plenty of, "Not's"
From mashin' the spots, mom and pops, the package in drops
I'm tellin' ya pops, we grindin' like there ain' no tomorrow
If I go broke, this whole, "Hey Travis, can I borrow a dollar?"
A balla, a scholar who's switchin' class on top of the rank
My name gon' go where Wells Fargo go on top of the bank
If niggas that shine was in joke, in this game they be callin' me
The Chamillion Era, mixed the king of comedy
You wouldn't believe me ballin' if you never did see it
Till me, Mike and Mag pull up in a me no speak English
And that's a foreign baby
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin' up from nothin'
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
Girl, if you need this here
Call me don't have no fear
I wanna love you down
L-l-l-love you down
Late nights of lovey dovey
Someone to l-l-love me
She's somethin' like a friend
Call her my cuddy buddy
Even though she got a man
She already know the plan
She already know the deal
So what the business is
Even though she got a man
She already knows the plan
She already know the deal
Know the deal, know the deal
Even though I'm chubby chubby
Yo' chick she love me, love me
She might be with you now
But she still thinkin' of me
Y'all out there makin' love
I couldn't make 'em love me
In the back of the lac
Hit it just like, that!
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
How you do your lips like that?
Move your hips like that? Work your ass like that?
Why you make noise like that?
Move slow like that? Fuck fast like that?
Baby, I ain't gon' lie to you
We so sexually compatible
How I thrill myself, I could kill myself
When I feel myself inside of you
You could be my cuddy buddy
Nibble on my nutty buddy
While we do some freaky thangs with the lights on
Touchin' on you while we listenin' to T-Pain
Huggin' on you while I'm listenin' to Mike Jones
Do it soon as we got in the sac
Or I could hit it in the back of the lac
Off a fifth of da yac
Like, like, like, like, that!
It's the middle of the night, y'all got into a fight
Now you mad with your feelings hurt
Girl, let me buy you a drink, please tell me what you think
Right before I get up in them skirt
Skeet, skeet
I pull up in the lac truck
Beep, beep
I'll be shorty backup
Beep me
If your man act up
He full-time girl, I'll be the backup
'Cause I'm yo cuddy buddy
C-c-cuddy buddy
Soon as he fall asleep
She on her way to love me
'Cause I'm yo cuddy buddy
C-c-cuddy buddy
Soon as he fall asleep
She on her way to love me
'Cause she know that I got that wood
'Cause she know that my sex is good
We can do it on the bed or the floor
'Cause you know that I keep it hood
'Cause she know that I got that wood
'Cause she know that my sex is good
We can do it on the bed or the floor, let me know
Girl, You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
Girl, You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!!
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to late trying to stop us now"
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup, diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my name alone can't be denied
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got dank let's blow it up, when my album stop I'ma slow it up"
You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser
I hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face
Back then look in my do' I was flippin yapes for the papes
I swang from lane to lane with one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff
H-Town Houston Texas we jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts
Cause I - used to hustle hard on my block, laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin to stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot
Now I'm fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when my album drop
So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y'all helped me out
I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes
I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler that came up, from a struggle
I hustle from noon to night, when I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin it down so I can live my life right
I stay on the scene, lookin clean, 24's roll while I'm droppin screens
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
Girl, if you need this here
Call me don't have no fear
I wanna love you down
L-l-l-love you down
Late nights of lovey dovey
Someone to l-l-love me
She's somethin' like a friend
Call her my cuddy buddy
Even though she got a man
She already know the plan
She already know the deal
So what the business is
Even though she got a man
She already knows the plan
She already know the deal
Know the deal, know the deal
Even though I'm chubby chubby
Yo' chick she love me, love me
She might be with you now
But she still thinkin' of me
Y'all out there makin' love
I couldn't make 'em love me
In the back of the lac
Hit it just like, that!
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
How you do your lips like that?
Move your hips like that? Work your ass like that?
Why you make noise like that?
Move slow like that? Fuck fast like that?
Baby, I ain't gon' lie to you
We so sexually compatible
How I thrill myself, I could kill myself
When I feel myself inside of you
You could be my cuddy buddy
Nibble on my nutty buddy
While we do some freaky thangs with the lights on
Touchin' on you while we listenin' to T-Pain
Huggin' on you while I'm listenin' to Mike Jones
Do it soon as we got in the sac
Or I could hit it in the back of the lac
Off a fifth of da yac
Like, like, like, like, that!
It's the middle of the night, y'all got into a fight
Now you mad with your feelings hurt
Girl, let me buy you a drink, please tell me what you think
Right before I get up in them skirt
Skeet, skeet
I pull up in the lac truck
Beep, beep
I'll be shorty backup
Beep me
If your man act up
He full-time girl, I'll be the backup
'Cause I'm yo cuddy buddy
C-c-cuddy buddy
Soon as he fall asleep
She on her way to love me
'Cause I'm yo cuddy buddy
C-c-cuddy buddy
Soon as he fall asleep
She on her way to love me
'Cause she know that I got that wood
'Cause she know that my sex is good
We can do it on the bed or the floor
'Cause you know that I keep it hood
'Cause she know that I got that wood
'Cause she know that my sex is good
We can do it on the bed or the floor, let me know
Girl, You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Girl, I wanna take you to H-Town
Girl, You could be my cuddy cuddy buddy fo' sho'
(You can ride with me)
Girl, don't act like you don't already know
(Don't act like you don't see)
We can get it on the bed or the floor
(Don't matter to me)
Syeah! Mike Jones! WHO? Mike Jones!
Where will I be at, five years from nowwwwwww
Five years from nowwwwwww
Five years from nowwwwwww
Where would I go, who would I see in - five years from nowwwwwww
Tell me how will I live, will I raise some kids yeah - five years from nowwwwwww
Will I be locked down or will I be underground yeah - five years from nowwwwwww
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
what I'ma be doin - five years from nowwwwwww
I live life daily, scared to make babies
It's hard to plan your future when the world goin crazy
Kids with no food, who can they turn to
beside they own people, I swear this world evil
They see us on TV, they thinkin we should be
The main ones providin for our community
But the government is paid, dishin out minimum wage
They don't care about the streets, as long as they get paid
My advice is please vote, don't take it as a joke
Cause five years from now the world could be gone in smoke
Now everybody's gone, cause they ain't stand strong
And vote for a leader that can lead our country home
We got people in Iraq, tell me why they cain't come home
If you care about your future please listen to the song
We got people in Iraq, tell me why they cain't come home
If you care about your future please listen to the song
I think about my homies, I think about my momma
I think about what's goin on I think about the drama
I think about the world, I think about my life
Five years from now, will I have me a wife?
Will I have me some kids, tell me how will I live
Will I be doin wrong or will I live positive
Will I live to get a Grammy or will I be with my granny
Five years from now, I don't think you understand me
I'm tryin to hold on, tryin to stay strong
It's hard not knowin what's really goin on
But I try to maintain, keep my head in the game
When shit ain't lookin too good, I pray for better thangs
I keep the Lord on my side, 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try
I keep the Lord on my side, 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try
How could you think about the future when the world goin crazy
Kids havin kids, they too young to make babies
I'm livin in the world so sheisty and shady... Mike Jones, Jones
Five years from now will I be dead, boxed up
Or in the pen for ten like a con, locked up
Tell me how would I live, will I have me some kids?
Will I blow up big in showbiz, five years from now
Where would I go.. where would I stay..
Five years from now
Playboy.
[Hook]
You balling
If you got Sprewell rims, and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs, and your name
They be calling, calling, calling, calling
You balling
If you push a candy color, with butter on cutters
You got a flock of girls, and they all know eachother
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers
[Mike Jones]
I can catch boppers like Paul Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she gon be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave, cause I be spitting my game so real
I'm Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage
Independently paid, living lovely and laid
I never ever cheap talk, cause I got a platinum grill
I changed the game over, with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly
T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly
Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last
Police pull me over, so they could play my Dreamcast
And my XBox, I got stubborn rims
They keep going, even when I say stop (maaaan)
Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP
And this is just rookie year (Mike Jones)
Is a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby
I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling
I'm the definition of balling playboy (maaan)
[Hook]
[Magno]
My rims spinning, I swear I got me Sprewell shoes
I hop out, wearing And 1 Sprewell shoes
I'm moving slow like freewells move, I chop the block so hard
Them niggaz bopping, like them females do
It's Magnificent, I'm acting bad with Slim and Mike
I'm that boy that you see, rolling them rims you like
I'm pimping dykes, either wearing Tim's or Nike's
Haters see I'm trying to shine, they wanna dim my light
But can't do it, cause I shine too bright
(say man what kind of rims you got), whatever kind you like
And best believe, that twelve be in the trunk
Yo and if I'm in the Benz, it's a 12 with a V in the front
Wood grain, leather black seats
Magno with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gapped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court costs
[Hook]
[Slim Thug]
I played a lot of blocks, so my cash stack fast
I got a lot of rocks, and I ain't talking bout crack
Slim Thug's a high roller, and I ain't talking bout dice
See I got a lot of cars, and they ain't nothing nice
When it come to balling, I'm a vet in this shit
Everytime I get a car, I'm wetting the bitch
Street rich young stunner, I don't play no games
I switch cars three times, and stay on swangs
I'm respected, got the cost of a house on my necklace
That boy reckless, straight out of Texas
I ain't gon talk about my Sprewells, y'all know I got em
I ain't gon talk about my diamonds, cause I know y'all spot em
Y'all wanna know what I claim, bitch read my piece
You wanna know if we ball, bitch read my teeth
Ha, I'm Slim Thugger, that name ring bells
Everything Slim touch, guaranteed to sell, bitch I'm
DJ Michael Watts
DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up
This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta tell the world, how important you was to me
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)
April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn near stopped rappin', damn near stopped pimpin' pens
Cousin locked in the pen, when will this drama end?
I get success but it feels like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
'Cause she ain't here wit me, but I know she hearin' me
Beg and plead, that she could still be here next to me
Even though you passed and left, yo' memories are kept
In my mind, heart, and soul even on my shelf
Now I'm left with cousin Jessie and
Me and my brother June, my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)
Grandma remember when we used to play
Them bones and you would skunk us
And you never had a problem punkin' us in front of company
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Latran playin' ball, I pray to God he goes pro
And Gary Jr. gettin' bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
That the family's okay, every thang's cool and straight
Juanita and Nicky just told me to tell you they said, ?Hey?
And I pray day to day that the Lord'll pave the way
And you keep lookin' down here just smilin', just showin' ya pretty face
And I still hang around my homies that you see while you were here
Oh and my girl better than ever, she too wish you was here
You know I'm grown now, so I'm puttin' food on the table
24 years old and I got my own label
Ice age entertainment, we about to take it over
T. Boy rappin' now he's mellow, and Wally is lil' soldier
Boy still rolls with me, we close shoulder to shoulder
That gator that you gave my granny I use it to sew the game up
Me and she was partners, we both now CEO's
It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
Man, it's crazy y'knahmsayin'?
Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why
Y'all listenin' to me today y'knahmsayin'?
True story check it out, true story
A lot of people always used to wonder
How I got up in the game y'knahmsayin'?
My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason y'knahmsayin'?
It's crazy though, I mean, I used to go to strip clubs all the time and
Try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones
And they'd be like who y'knahmsayin'?
And I used to always tell my grandma
And she used to always tell me
To use that y'knahmsayin'?
'Cause they gon' regret what they did to me y'knahmsayin'?
So I started usin' it, and it worked y'knahmsayin'?
And it's it's just crazy mayne y'know?
I started sayin' my name a lot y'knahmsayin'?
I started givin' my phone number out y'knahmsayin'?
When people was tellin' me that it wasn't gon' work
My grandma was tellin' me to do it y'knahmsayin'?
She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision y'knahmsayin'?
And really I started givin' out my album, I started promotin' it
And all the stuff that y'all been hearin' me do
I got it from her y'knahmsayin'?
And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today y'knahmsayin'?
And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know
I'm I'm, I'm here and y'all listenin' to me, y'know
So I never woulda ever thought
That I'd have the whole world listenin' to Mike Jones, man
It's crazy man, I didn't even wanna use my real name, y'know?
But grandma was like, boy you better use that name
It's gon' blow you up one day y'knahmsayin'?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talkin' about
[talking]
Uh, it's your boy Magno
Putting it down, ya heard
The Rookie of the Year, coming soon baby
Holla, check it
[Magno]
Now you might see Mag, rolling slow in a gray and black
Made back laid back, with the roof raised back
And the haters hate that, I'm grinding everytime
I'm like a diamond homie, shining everytime
I'm rhyming everytime, I gotta stay hungry
Gotta break mics, gotta take flights
From Conroe to Monroe, these haters duck when my gun blow
Every night, I'm fucking more than one hoe
It's Magno ya heard, I gotta wreck when the beat drop
I bust a flow, and make these hoes wanna P-Pop
So I'm really the best, you'll understand why
Once the Rookie of the Year, in your deck
I spit sixteen, and end up with fifty
Try to play boys in the hood, and you might just end up like Ricky
Too much money, my wallet ain't folding at all
I'm a hood nigga, catch me at the hole in the wall ya heard
It's Young Slugga, fuckers
It's Young Slugga, fuckers
Swisha House, Swisha Blast
Ya heard
Dirty 3rd, Freestyle Kingz
Mike Jones got that fire green
(tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
Magno got that fire green
(tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
Dirty 3rd got that fire green
(tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
And Young Slugga got that fire green
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
I guess, they like the way I roll on the Phantom rolls on 24s
Or the candy slab with the top drop or maybe they see 4s pokin' out
If I'm the car, I'ma star, O G by the pound wit a brown a bar
Got X and weed, got wat you need, if you got the feed holla at ya, boi
Hatas hate 'cuz I'm lookin' great, can't get wat I got, so they tend to hate
I pull out from da parkin' lot, drop da top and show Texas plates
I said,? Hatas hate 'cuz I'm lookin' great, can't get wat I got, so they tend
To hate, I pull out from da parkin' lot, drop da top and show Texas plates"
H-town, that's wat I claim, 84s, that's what I swang
I took a mill out my bank account and used dat for my panky rang
H-town, that's wat I claim, 84s, that's what I swang
I took a mill out my bank account and used dat for my panky rang
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
I drink purple stuff in dat white cup, jewelry on, so I'm iced up
Shinin' harder than boulevard, I see why they don't like us
Candy cars, that's all I flip, my mo wheel grain that's all I grip
I roll a lounge as many cross it, so when I hit the strip, I don't even trip
In da streets, switchin' lane to lane, in da club, I'ma make it rain
Since 24 been da CEO, us ice age we runnin' thangs, I said
In da streets, switchin' lane to lane, in da club, I'ma make it rain
Since 24 been da CEO, us ice age we runnin' thangs
I hauld the lane in my candy ride wit a pretty chick
On the passenga side, I pull out 745 wit a 45, 45
I hauld the lane in my candy ride wit a pretty chick
On the passenga side, I pull out 745 wit a 45, 45
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
I pull out the drop, get money on the block
Bustaz wanna hate 'cuz they like what I got
Like what I got, like what I got
[Mike Jones]
I can't lie, a lot of girls come at me fine
Looking like a million bucks, but ain't worth a dime
Swishahouse/Swishablast, is the label I claim
Now I got a lot of fame, girls screaming my name
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones-Jones
That had to grind alone, so I'ma shine alone
I ain't shine overnight, had to grind and get it right
Now I'm hot, girls wanna display me in the light
Cause I'm balling now, but where was y'all at
When I was crawling, far from balling
Trying to get out the ghetto, taking Penitentiary chances
On the block moving dope, keeping my rap dreams and hopes
Swishahouse helped me, nonbelievers left me
Now the same, nonbelievers respect me
But anyway, I'm peeping floozies on the real
Bopping-bopping off the princess cuts, hanging off my ear
I can tell she a bopper, she can't look at me straight
Without staring at my dropper, Mike Jones
I can tell she a bopper, she can't look at me straight
Without staring at my dropper, Mike Jones
So I proceed, to let her tease me thinking she
Gon run game, on a O.G. like me
We head back to the room
Hey ma, I know you heard Straight to the Room
If so let's go to the Motel, hit Magno on my Nextel
Another dumb bitch, oh well
Yo Mag' (what up), I fucked (what else)
[Mike Jones]
Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J's
My sticky green European, with DVD on play
My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind
Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine
I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it
20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's in the back
I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack
I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar
Candy red, on fo's and choppers
Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper
And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers
When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous
When they see my slab, they all scream contagious
I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted
Watching TV's in it, so you won't see me in it
Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it
Cause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner
Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie
I pull up in a slab, that'll knock out Rocky
I'm a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, 20's crawling baby
I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag
It's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb rag
But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)
And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining
My fo's are magnificent, ask Magnificent
My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening
I'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn
I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain
Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head
If I ain't getting that bitch head, I'm getting that bitch bread
Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala
You ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low and swalla
I'm swerving in a Excursion, with three fo' pound birds
Now let's freestyle, I show my platinum smile
Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome
I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong
On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky
You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti
I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing
And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo' in
Showing off, it's the Mike Jones ain't got a job
But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob
Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower
You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder
Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer
Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper
(Chorus:)
Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be Turnin' Heads,
I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads. Everytime I Hit The Corner, I'll Be Turnin' Heads,
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads. Everytime I Hit The Corner,
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, (Mike Says, Mike Says) I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be,
I'll Be Turnin' Heads.(Mike Jones).Everytime I Hit The Corner,
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, (Mike Says, Mike Says) I'll Be Turnin' Heads,
I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads.(Mike Jones)
(Verse 1:)
I Use To Struggle Now Your Boy Be Out Here Burnin' Bread,
Use To Get Turned Down, Now Your Boy Be Turnin' Heads,
We Know Who Use Diss, Now The Start To Smile.
They See Me Comin' And They Wanna Hang Around A While.
They See Me Lookin' Good, Candy Apple All Of Wood.
I'm Stackin' Bread, Turnin' Heads In My Neighboorhood.
I Turn Heads When I Step Outside, Turn Heads When I'm In My Ride.
I Make A Person Look Twice (Cause They See My Money Ride)
I Said I Turn Heads When I Step Outside, Turn Heads When I'm In My Ride.
I Make A Person Look Twice (Cause They See My Money Ride)
I Hit The Bullet Board Candy Blue Or Candy Red,
I'm Breakin' Necks Cause My Diamonds Got'em Turnin' Heads.
I Hit The Bullet Board Candy Blue Or Candy Red,
I'm Breakin' Necks Cause My Diamonds Got'em Turnin' Heads
(chorus)
(Verse 2:)
I Went From Riding Bus, To Big Trophy Tucks.
I'm Turnin' Heads And Breakin' Necks When I'm Rollin'lubs.
They Think Everyone Else Was Runnin' Now They See Me Comin',
Just Start Jumpin' On The Gutter Just See Who Really Want Me.
They See Me Riding Ooooooooo They See Me Stackin' Dooooough,
The See The Black on Black Phantom on them 24's.
They See Me Riding Ooooooooo They See Me Stackin' Dooooough,
The See The Black on Black Phantom on them 24's.
I Keep 84's In The Parking Lot,
Down To Shine If It's Dark Or Not And Doin' 8 Times
(Club Ice Age In On The Spot) I Keep 84's In The Parking Lot,
Down To Shine If It's Dark Or Not And Doin' 8 Times
(Club Ice Age In On The Spot) They Use To Laugh At My Belly
Now The Wanna Rub On My Belly Every Sunday To Get In My Club.
They Use To Laugh At My Belly Now The Wanna Rub On My Belly
Every Sunday To Get In My Club.
(chorus x2)
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads
I'll Be Turnin' Heads, I'll Be, I'll Be Turnin' Heads
[Mike Jones]
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
(Mike Jones)
[Verse]
Might see me flippin' in with the top pushed back
Took off my Roc-A-Wear and threw on my throw-back
Do'Do I blow dat cuz I'm who? Mike Jones
Who-Who Mike Jones, Who-Who Mike Jones
I come threw ya hood and I'm bouta rock the block
When I add 22's and subtract the rag-top
I got the candy paint shinin' on the 5 or 6 hundred
4-8-4-18's dumpin' so I know you hear me comin'
My album, Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
T-Fast right behind me in a candy lambo'
Rambo is who I act like, on a dude I get's like
Now I'm in the spot-light, platinum teeth shinin' bright
When I speak, hoes weap
Haters know they can't compete
With Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones
I got love for all my fans that's jammin' my shit
DJ's don't stop, keep playin' my shit
In the club, keep em'-keep em' crunked up
Don't step in the club if you ain't gettin' fucked up
I'm talkin' bout gettin throw'd
Ridin-ridin' 84's
Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit cuz I got suicide do's
Lil mama spread ya legs
Before that gimme head
Before I let you fuck you gotta suck my 3rd leg
Cuz Mike Jones is the one and only
Yall niggaz can't clone me
Get off my dick, get ya own style and quit being phony
Hoes on me cuz I'm real
When I smile platinum grill
Candy paint wood-wheel
Spreewell's on my 5th wheel
I'm the don, you the son
You number 2, I'm #1
With 23's sittin' under me
In plushed seats, poke'mon seats
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones comin'
Now I got that off my mind
Barba-kit watch it fall down
SwishaHouse we platinum bound
It's to late try and stop us now
Lemme get back up on the flow
Had a fro' but cut it low
To the wood, fo' bust fo'
Is what I claim until I go
Got much love for Boss Hogg
Chamillionaire and Paul Wall
Like Yao Ming I stand tall
You got screens well let em' fall
You got drank well po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let's blow it up
When my album come I'ma sow it up
Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones-Jones
I see you with your man, but girl
Is he focused on you
'Cuz he has wandering eyes
You say he's Mr. Right, now
Why you askin' friends
For the answers to the questions, why
He treat you like do
And you do all that you do
It's something up for a fool
Girl, the choice is up to you, say
Take my number down and
Don't be scared to use it
Call me anytime, girl
Ain't no more excuses, call
(CHORUS)
Call me
Call me
Call me
Baby, just call [x2]
Say that you love him, but
Baby, I can deal with that
Just in case of emergencies
If you're ever curious
Situation's serious
Baby, please remember me
When he doing what he do
And that just don't work for you
Said I'm down for anything
Girl, I ain't gon' cause no pain, say
Take my number down and
Don't be scared to use it
Call me anytime, girl
Ain't no more excuses, just
[Intro]
Mike Jones... Mike Jones
Who, Mike Jones
Who, Mike Jones
Ballin Underground... huh
[Verse 1]
I need a girl who is gonna be down with me
And won't clown when I ask you go down on me
About a bitch that ain't quick to clown on me
She shake her ass then she bring me my money
I'm looking for a jazzy, classy broad
In the sheets she's a freaky nasty broad
In the streets she's real and never fraud
If you see her tell her I got some questions man
[Chorus]
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
[Verse 2]
If you caught me cheatin on you would you give me some hell
If I was locked up in jail would you send me some mail
If I was gone for a while tell the truth will you still.
Send letters, take calls, and pay all of my bills
Mike Jones... If I was broke would you give me some cash
Fresh out the pen would you give me some ass
Without a job can I stay at ya crib
And let me run it like I'm paying the bills
I can't lie, I been peepin yo frame
And I see you can't stop looking at the rocks on my chain
Mike Jones... you all on me cause I got me some fame
Would you still be down if I was broke with no change
[Chorus]
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you loving my currency
Let me know, cause if so I got to pack up and goooo-ooo
Mike Jones.
All hail to the N9NE!
You punks thought it was over for me?
I should prevail a institation
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9neee!
Move something
Do something
Scream something
AIGHHHTT
Cruelsome
Gruesome
Hoodlums
I...
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
[Chorus]
I'm still climbin
Niggaz be rhyming
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin
Now they want me makin
Swimming in Victory
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yo yo
They thought it was over
But I gots to bust
Call them foes
Stealing flows
That they got from us
What
We coming through your city with lots of lust
Get the dough get ya hoes then we knock them up and cut
Still clowning
Jealousy be frowning
Keep in the street pounding
Haters that be downing
Y'all
Keep houndin
Looking for new sounds
That nina done put down
Well hey baby you found em
We "Victors"
Invested in big Wars
We coming to get yours
We hit till it get sore
We spit
Acrobatical
Never simple schematical
Vivid liquid compatible
Shrooms X's and Aderals
Thought Anghellic wouldn't make it
We take it
Every time we get your girly butt naked
Real melons
Still Heaven
Still Hellen
Still bellin through the city
With them class ain't felons
At that bar with it
The fans know it how we are with it
Carobulou with a Church Hill cigar with it
Don't never far get it
Woman getting targeted
Six hundred cars with it
Tech is coming hard with it
[Chorus x2]
I'm still climbin
Niggaz be rhyming
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hating
Now they wanna make it
Swimming in Victory
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
All I wanna see is broads with us
Strange hella odd niggaz
Roll with them hard Hitters
That would mob with us
So god get us
Player haters that squab with us
They bob with us
Cause the Techa-Nina is bizarre lecture
I'm A (WHAT?!)
Party
And a Muhani
And a punani cannibal
Can nobody calm me
The killa Dahni is a Zombie and Ho
Ladies on the dance floor
Let yo homey make you touch your toes
Skip them foes
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal took my lizard and licked him
And my twins she kissed 'em (MUAHH)
So tell me how this
Tune sounds
You love it so never tune the
Boom down
You never thought we be some scholars
With shrooms round
Mexican woman
And now we ballers
And poon hounds
[Chorus x2]
I'm still climbing
Niggaz be rhyming
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin
Now they want me makin
Swimming in Victory
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Haha
Thats why your mama got a big 'ol butt (OH YEAH)
And your sister got a big 'ol butt (OH YEAH)
Says your mama and your sister had a big 'ol butt
To help the nina bust a big 'ol nut (OH YEAH)
I'm the King (king)
Niggaz that know it
Thats why they want me in the Ring (ring)
Hoping I blow up but I love the cream (cream)
Is what I mean (mean)
No matter what kind of lyrics you like
Tech N9ne fans don't want to hear it tonight
All hail to my jail homies
Cameron, Moberly, Boomville
You can bet we soon will
Bump head
A wise man once said
Everybody want go heaven
But nobody want dead
Numb heads
If they diss the Vette
Break the mother fuckers down if they disrespect
The Tech
This is Victory cause I gets the check
I leave you player haters glistening wet
PUNK BITCH
[Chorus x4]
I'm still climbin
Niggaz be rhyming
While they gain lip with me
So you can keep hatin
Now they want me makin
(feat. Freeway, Jadakiss)
[Jermaine Dupri (Freeway)]
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood
[Jermaine Dupri]
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different shit
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's fucked up but I
But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!
[1 - Freeway (JD)]
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's
And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
If you're sick of seeing artists
And hearing artists
You know what!
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin'
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on
[Jadakiss]
Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, fuck niggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most niggas die hatin'
While y'all run to the bank
I run to the brink
A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen
You can see what's under my sink
And I do shit just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
JD's the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So cock sucker take it and love, uh
[Repeat 1]
[Jermaine Dupri]
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW
I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on bitches
We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
(*talking*)
Mike Jones, who
(even though what we do is wrong)
[Mike Jones]
I know, what I be doing is wrong
But I'm a hustler fo' life, fuck with two strikes
Give me that butter or all white, and I'm alright
Can't live minimum wage, cause that's just not my life
I roll up and down the block, on cutters
Hit the block move butter, cause I'm straight from the gutter
You leave her home alone, and I will fuck her
And when my money low, I abduct her
Hustler is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
I make hoes kick in, like kicking a kick stand
I'm a man, and my two feet I use to stand
Cause I'm a man, who
Mike Jones Jones, coming soon
(even though what we do is wrong)
So don't, even play yourself
Who is Mike Jones, coming real soon to your shelf
And it's gon move off the shelf, guaranteed with no help
I feel like, I'm the only one left in the game
I rep North mayn, hoes yep give me brain
Swisha House what I claim, who Mike Jones mayn
Much love to the fans, that be screaming out my name
Uh, fa sho (even though what we do is wrong)
Until I die, I'ma forever bring pain
I'm getting better for the cheddar, still the Wood North mayn
Fa sho, Mike Jones gon forever get his change
Shouts out to Boss Hogg, and the Color Change gang
Go get my album, when it hit the stores mayn
Who is Mike Jones, that's the album name mayn
And to you haters, uh
(even though what we do is wrong)
How you gon say, that you better than me
You ain't even in the game, how you better than me
You talking down, talking bout you can do what I do
I paid dues, you will never ever fill up my shoes
H1 or H2, I swear I'ma get it
And when I get it I swear, you gon be looking shitty mayn
Mike Jones be gripping grain, uh
(even though what we do is wrong)
(*talking*)
Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones
(who) Mike Jones, (who) Mike Jones
(who) Mike Jones, Jones, Jones
Uh, sing along baby, Ballin Underground
Coming soon, Who is Mike Jones
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones"
(Mike Jones)
Might see me flippin' in with the top pushed back
Took off my Roc-A-Wear and threw on my throw-back
Do'Do I blow dat cuz I'm who? Mike Jones
Who-Who Mike Jones, Who-Who Mike Jones
I come threw ya hood and I'm bouta rock the block
When I add 22's and subtract the rag-top
I got the candy paint shinin' on the 5 or 6 hundred
4-8-4-18's dumpin' so I know you hear me comin'
My album, Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
T-Fast right behind me in a candy lambo'
Rambo is who I act like, on a dude I get's like
Now I'm in the spot-light, platinum teeth shinin' bright
When I speak, hoes weap
Haters know they can't compete
With Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones
I got love for all my fans that's jammin' my shit
DJ's don't stop, keep playin' my shit
In the club, keep em'-keep em' crunked up
Don't step in the club if you ain't gettin' fucked up
I'm talkin' bout gettin throw'd
Ridin-ridin' 84's
Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit cuz I got suicide do's
Lil mama spread ya legs
Before that gimme head
Before I let you fuck you gotta suck my 3rd leg
Cuz Mike Jones is the one and only
Yall niggaz can't clone me
Get off my dick, get ya own style and quit being phony
Hoes on me cuz I'm real
When I smile platinum grill
Candy paint wood-wheel
Spreewell's on my 5th wheel
I'm the don, you the son
You number 2, I'm #1
With 23's sittin' under me
In plushed seats, poke'mon seats
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones
First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones comin'
Now I got that off my mind
Barba-kit watch it fall down
SwishaHouse we platinum bound
It's to late try and stop us now
Lemme get back up on the flow
Had a fro' but cut it low
To the wood, fo' bust fo'
Is what I claim until I go
Got much love for Boss Hogg
Chamillionaire and Paul Wall
Like Yao Ming I stand tall
You got screens well let em' fall
You got drank well po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let's blow it up
When my album come I'ma sow it up
Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones-Jones
(feat. Michael Watts)
(I'm a soldier)
[Mike Jones:]
Born and raised Im gettin paid
On a gettin dough way
Im on a minimum wage
Im on the cock with my glock
and a hand full of cocks
They aint leavin from the block
Till I fully get cock
Hot, the love from around
Is mike jones moves around
But when the law leave the block
I got cum a? ll around
Back doing
One wont do it
2 choises
be scared or persue it
the game, is risky but it pays a lot of change [x2]
I give wood to my hoods
through the woods now Im paid
Im happy with the favours
more Happier with change
Be Gay
People wanna hang when they see your heavy thing
Greening when? ou? blow? em
We go'n break em off for change
I was bored by myself
Gonna die by myself
You wanna have change
You better get em by yourself
As im on get a bit husla, soldier
thought I told ya
Aint afraid to move boulders
We freak around gangs? dont? t worth the doing
But right now Mike Watts is choppin an screwin it
hold up watts, the fun just begun
I told you i dont rap for fun, i rap for funds Use me, you touch me minus your future
Cos my name will ryme like one loop? hole, they grin, it took me a while to get a lot of these grins
now my? ho? hole is right around my foreskin,
Thanks to my fans my name is an anthem, who Mike Jone [x3]
[Micahel Watts:]
I bin dipping lots of years in the shit
Im michael watts the limping legend and I still want dick
Like mike jones say in this ryme you dont work you dont beat you dont rhyme you dont shine
Im bin down but I couldnt stay down
I got tired of being poked so I switched the shit around
I cant stop wont stop wont quit
while crammed in the slammer? bout to pump the bumper kid
I'm real but I changed my name, I slide paper chains with my hand on the brain
Switch your house we first not last