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[Chorus:Repeat x2]
"Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me, I said" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me, I said" [Mike Jones] 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 rolling up They see that I'm a star, now they want to sit in my car Now they want to count my cheese, 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 telling all they friends when I leave how they miss me now Two, eight, one, three, three oh, eight zero zero fo' 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 heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah, because [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me But now them same hoes begging 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 want to fuck me Because they see me paid, pimping pens, working my jelly And I ain't tripping cause my pockets stick out mo' than my belly They know I'm paid, living laid in the shade Two slabs in the Escalade with fo' or five estates Then know that I got it made, I'm a motherfucking 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 trying to call me Bitch I'ma drown yo' whole ass like you Dom P I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name Ain't nothing 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 nothing changed but my change, I'ma stay the same [Chorus] [Mike Jones] 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 they my name started blowing up quick, now they jumping on my dick Cause they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick But they my name started blowing up quick, now they jumping on my dick Because they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick [Chorus:Repeat x2] |
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Mike Jones, Jones
Mike Jones, Jones [Chorus: Repeat 2X] I stay flossing in that candy paint Blowin' dank Sippin' drank on 84 swangers Tearin' up the lane, tearin up the laaane 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 'Cause 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 'Cause [Chorus:] 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 'Cause 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 'cause I'm hot But they gone be even madder when that jag leave the lot I stay grindin so I can stay ballin 'Cause 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 'Cause [Chorus:] 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 'cause 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 Big Moe and Mike Jones finna wreck shop |
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MIKE JONES!!
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions) GEAH, MIKE JONES!! (Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah! Hypnotize Minds) <i>[Chorus: Mike Jones]</i> 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 <i>[Mike Jones]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Mike Jones]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Mike Jones]</i> 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 Just ask the streets what is my name? <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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Hoes these days mayne, I'm tellin y'all
They scandalous baby, scandalous baby That's why [Lil' Bran] I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes [ Mike Jones + (Lil' Bran)] 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 [Lil' Bran] 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) [Lil' Bran] 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 [Outro: Mike Jones + (Lil' Bran)] 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) That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes) |
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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 I stay on the grind 'til the day I go, I stay on the grind 'til |
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Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah! [Chorus: Mike Jones] I'm holding wood wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane Piece and chain shining in the turning lane, in the turning lane TV screens rain in the turning lane, in the turning lane I'm getting brain from yo' dame in the turning lane, in the turning lane I'm holding wood wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane My candy paint leaving stains in the turning lane, in the turning lane Them cats a mugging better chill in the turning lane, in the turning lane I got my hand on the steel in the turning lane, in the turning lane [Mike Jones] I got that candy paint dripping, dabbers spinning, in the turning lane Diamonds shining, fifth wheel reclining, in the turning lane Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turning lane You know me, I ain't tripping 'bout the laws, in the turning lane Me and Mellow pull up real slow, to the turning lane Whip looking like it's in a car show, in the turning lane My neck wrist and fist filled with snow, in the turning lane Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes, in the turning lane While I'm waiting I blow green and sip lean, in the turning lane Seems like this light ain't gon' never turn green, in the turning lane But I ain't rushing because I got time, try to keep up behind and I'ma hit ya with that nine, see in the turning lane Piece and chain icy rang showing, in the turning lane Show my grills and diamonds start glowing, in the turning lane I'm jamming Screw music while I'm waiting, in the turning lane "Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated, in the turning lane [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I'll leave some cats aside quick, in the turning lane Them boys really think they're slick, in the turning lane But if they even try tripping, in the turning lane I'ma have to empty out my clip, in the turning lane I keep my eyes wide open, in the turning lane Me and my infrared dot scoping, in the turning lane Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm looking great Don't want to grind just want to 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 [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I ride on the swang, I grip on wood grain I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turning lane I got Escalade ESV's in my drop I watch DVD's Now I'm hot hoes peeping me spitting game and come home with me, in the turning lane But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain Day to day grind to stacking change, I did it to have thangs Now I'm in it to win it drop the top 24 spinning I got diamonds in my grill, you can't tell when I'm grinning, in the turning lane Befo' I got on a major, I was underground stacking that paper Career pimps players and hustlers don't mess with them haters My album, "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto' My album, "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto', cause [Chorus: x2] |
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Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down They see me doin' my shiit, that's why they in my miix Jackers plottin' along watchin' like I'm movin' bricks But I ain't move nothin', I'm on my grind hustlin' 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, knowin' 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 Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down 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 holdin' '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 comin' back in all black, CJ Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin" See them jackers watchin' like I ain't payin' attention But really, I'm lookin' 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 holdin' 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 I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down Even though the laws patrollin' Them jackers get rollin' So they can't out hold it 'cause I ain't about to go down |
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[Chorus 3x]
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 [Mike Jones] What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts V-b-s, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup I'm gripping on that grain man, switching lane to lane man In my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thing 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' That's 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 [Chorus 2x] [Paul Wall] What ya know about some vogue tires and 84's Candy paint red cherry blossom dripping off the door I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out Diamonds in our mouth, baby jamming 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 jamming gray tapes in this Lone Star state I'm from the place we be sipping 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 jamming Robert Davis what ya know about that baby [Chorus 2x] [Killa Kyleon] 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 sleeping when I'm sliding away Popping my trunk, you see the lights glowing Me and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite pouring It's an H-Town thing when you riding on swings In that candy coated frame gripping on that wood grain You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops Killa! [Chorus 2x] |
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Oh grandma (Mike Jones! Who?)
DJ Slice, tear me up baby, tear 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 [Chorus: Mike Jones] Ohhh grandma, I miss you And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl Ohhh 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!) [Mike Jones] April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend I damn near stopped rapping, 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 T. 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 Cause she ain't here with me, but I know she hearing 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 Shelly, Jessie, and they real, and Gary (?) and my brother, Uncle June, and 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 [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Grandma remember when we used to play them bones and you would skunk us And you never had a problem punking 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 playing ball, I pray to God he goes pro And Gary Jr. getting bigger, I just thought I'd let you know That the family's okay, everything'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 looking down here just smiling, just showing 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 putting 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 (?) 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 (?) was partners, we both now CEO's It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Man, it's crazy, ya know what I'm saying? Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why, Y'all listening to me today, ya know what I'm saying? True story check it out, true story A lot of people always used to wonder how I got up in the game Ya know what I'm saying? My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason ya know what I'm saying? 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, ya know what I'm saying? And I used to always tell my grandma and she used to always tell me To use that, ya know what I'm saying? Cause they gon' regret what they did to me Ya know what I'm saying? So I started using it, and it worked, ya know what I'm saying? And.. it's it's just crazy man y'know? I started saying my name a lot, ya know what I'm saying? I started giving my phone number out, ya know what I'm saying? When people was telling me that it wasn't gon' work My grandma was telling me to do it, ya know what I'm saying? She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision ya know what I'm saying? And.. really I started giving out my album, I started promoting it and All the stuff that y'all been hearing me do, I got it from her Ya know what I'm saying? And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today Ya know what I'm saying? And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know I'm I'm I'm here and y'all listening to me, y'know So I never would of ever thought That I'd have the whole world listening to Mike Jones, man, it's crazy man I didn't even want to use my real name, y'know? But grandma was like, boy you better use that name It's gon' blow you up one day, ya know what I'm saying? And I was like man you don't know what'chu talking about And now I'm here, "Who is Mike Jones?" Holla at'cha boy |
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