- published: 20 Dec 2015
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Michael Gerard "Mike" Tyson (born June 30, 1966) is a retired American professional boxer. Tyson is a former undisputed heavyweight champion of the world and holds the record as the youngest boxer to win the WBC, WBA and IBF heavyweight titles at 20 years, 4 months and 22 days old. Tyson won his first 19 professional bouts by knockout, with 12 of them occurring in the first round. He won the WBC title in 1986 after defeating Trevor Berbick by a TKO in the second round. In 1987, Tyson added the WBA and IBF titles after defeating James Smith and Tony Tucker. He was the first heavyweight boxer to simultaneously hold the WBA, WBC and IBF titles, and the only heavyweight to individually unify them.
In 1988, Tyson became the lineal champion when he knocked out Michael Spinks in the first 91 seconds of the fight. Tyson successfully defended the world heavyweight championship nine times, including victories over Larry Holmes and Frank Bruno. Tyson lost his titles to 42-to-1 underdog James "Buster" Douglas on February 11, 1990, in Tokyo, Japan, by a knockout in round 10. Tyson continued in his quest to regain the titles, defeating Donovan Ruddock twice in 1991. Tyson was then scheduled to take on the undisputed heavyweight champion Evander Holyfield but pulled out due to injury.
[Intro]
Loc'N
[Verse 1: Cap1]
Look, thick bad bitch she a red bone
Ride shotgun love to get head from
Told me tell her when its coming told her here it come
Then its murder in the sheets nigga red rum
Put her to sleep like a lulla bye
I aint you, Im the other guy
Got girls on girls thats the whole Aces
Got my money up now I need more haters
Big face Rollie with the stones in it
Drop top coupe gettin' dome in it
Pulled it off the lot told em chrome kit it
Bitches lookin' at a nigga like he gon' get it
Fly nigga no parachute
Pulled up like where the roof?
Looked at her like where the roo?
Body fit in that dress like bod-a-boom
[Bridge: Cap 1]
Roll something, smoke something get ratchet
Bust it open look back get ratchet
In the middle of the club with the ratchet
If a nigga really want it can happen
[Hook: Cap 1]
West coast niggas straight loc'n
East coast niggas straight loc'n
Midwest niggas straight loc'n
Got a section full of bitches they postin' (x3)
[Verse 2: Cap 1]
Black shades on Ray Charles
Givanchi with the grey sharks
Shootin' money on the bitches like an AR
Told her everything covered like State Farm
Pocket on swole like a fat nigga
Anything I spend I make it back nigga
Hit her once, fell asleep, now Im back in her
Make her run to the money like a track sprinter
Walkin' on Sunati these eight-fifty
Bitches say I'm brand new cause she cant get me
Room full of bad bitches nigga choose one
Two seater fit three had to lose some
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Hell yeah, ballin' is a habit ugh
Niggas like us gotta have it huh?
AR 15 automatic huh?
I ducked a bad bitch too dramatic
I got money days, hoes cant play me
See me out swingin' shit thug cant phase me
Owe me money? pay me
Fame cant change me
Black locs gold Rollie like I'm still gang bangin' oh
[Bridge]