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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
[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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from Mike Jones - The American Dream (2008)
[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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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine Bonus Ep Volume 3 (2007)
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin') Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?) Them yellow diamonds (oh these?) They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?) Them treated diamonds playa, haha I'm baaacckk <i>[Hook]</i> I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye) <i>[Verse 1]</i> You see my paint (you see my paint) Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip) On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades) I got my game tight (I got my game tight) I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha) Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS) So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it) Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops) Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top) 'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace) Who flyer than me? (you?) Who higher than me? (stop) I'm gettin' head like Shawna ?? I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope) Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> When I pull up all them hoes be Tryin' to leave the club Will they smoke some bud wit us? Good girls like thug niggas Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?) I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah) Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee) And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha) Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah) I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!) I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause <i>[Hook (2x)]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha I slow the car down and speed it up Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha So don't be playin' wit a G shawty Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty They always talk about the kid in the street shawty The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody <i>[Hook]</i> |
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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
[INTRO]
[Devin the Dude] Jeaaa, haha You know my dick been hard, waitin for you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [Mike Jones] I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Girl give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [VERSE 1 (Devin the Dude)] You know I'm comin through and ill be there with a sack I got brothers and I'm ready to put dick in yo back Cuz you know how to act when you hit me on the cell You don't be leavin me messages like you mad as hell You tell me that your pussy's wet and you're thinking bout me You know that you want it and you really just cant live without me And I'll be glad to come but after that yo I got to go Cuz if you start talkin shit bitch I holla ho Don't have patience for no naggin' ass broad The one who ignore you when your dick get hard They know when your dough run low so they be frontin' They don't give you no pussy if you don't give them no money But you know what time it is when I'm in your spine with this You know that you'll never find a dick like I possess You feel it all in your chest Sometime it hurt but you can't help but say yes As I push this dick all up in your bush Bust a couple of nuts and then I fire up the kush You put on your panties I put on my drawers We'll holla next week when the sun falls [CHORUS] [Mike Jones] I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Girl give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [Devin the Dude] You know my dick been hard, waitin for you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call (you know my phone number) So I can do some damage to you [VERSE 2 (Mike Jones)] I fuck hos good, make em fall asleep I break a bitch down till she cant breathe I grind her whole shoulder hit it from the back Make her climax I know you like that Your baby daddy trippin hit a nigga up So I can pick you up get a room and beat it up Don't got no six pack but I got six stacks I make them fall in love when I hit it from the back The girl don't need no bread she one step ahead I start grabbin her she start givin' head The girl don't need no bread she one step ahead I start grabbin her she start givin' head [CHORUS Repeats] [VERSE 3 (Mike Jones)] You need some lovin girl I got antidote I hear your body callin like oh I kill it Hit me on the celly so I can work my dealie You need a tune up girl let me fix you up I'll come and pick you up lay you down and dick you up I mean dick you down girl I'm a ?? You want it like you say you want it come and see me now I'm something like a doctor I make ya feel good Ya hand on my woodgrain (now that's real wood) I see ya ho with a happy face Want some more dough meet me at the same place I see ya ho with a happy face My dick like cocaine [CHORUS Repeats] [OUTRO (Mike Jones)] Girl ima beat up your backbone Beat up your backbone Beat up your backbone Cuz ima do some damage to you Aye aye I told you lil mama You wanna get you some sleep? That nightquil ain't gonna help you out baby I got you some dickquil Put you straight to sleep I don't know if you heard I got the best dick in town You better ask around |
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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones
If its your birthday, then happy birthday If its your birthday, then happy birthday Mike Jones! Shawty in the club swagged up like its her birthday She can look at me and tell that I want her in the worst way Girl if its your birthday drop it like its hot And when you're done droppin' it we headed to my spot One time for the D-J bring it back replay I swear all eyes on me like its my b-day One time for the D-J bring it back replay I swear all eyes on me like its my b-day Ay, its my b-day, D-J its my b-day D-J bring that back one time 'cause its my b-day [Chorus] Its my b-day, its my b-day D-J bring that back one time 'cause its my b-day I feel like everybody watchin' me Everybody watchin' me, everybody every body Every body watchin' me I feel like everybody watchin' me Everybody watchin' me, everybody every body Every body watchin' me D-J bring this back one time (why?) 'cause this my birthday 'cause this my birthday 'cause this my birthday 'cause this my birthday 'cause this my birthday 'cause this my birth day 'cause this my birthday Mike Jones! Shawty so pumped 'cause today is her birthday She gonna call her friends and they gonna party for her birthday Party for her birthday? Yeah for her birthday Hair, and nails done, you lookin' good for your birthday Birthday suit I want my girlfriend in the worst way In the worst way? Yeah I want my gif in the worst way Never come dry lil' momma keep it thirsty That's why I always give her something for her birthday Damn!! All you niggas watchin' me Watchin' me, try all you want but it ain't no stopping me Damn all these niggas watchin' me watchin' me Try all you want but it ain't no stopping me Its my b-day I want it all and the broccoli Its my b-day I want it all and the broccoli (I said) Its my b-day I want it all and the broccoli (I said) Its my b-day I want it all and the broccoli Because [Chorus] Happy birthday Happy birthday Happy birthday happy birthday If you a DJ and its your b-day Then happy birthday, happy birthday Hit me up 281 206 4336 holla I said 281 206 4336 holla at me And ill come for your birthday For your birthday for your birthday For your birthday I'll come out for your birthday For your birthday Happy birthday Ha ha (Mike you a fool for this one) Happy birthday happy birthday To everyone across the globe Happy birthday [Chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby
[chorus:] If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, a real life hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down [Bun B] Bun Beater ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsteen im made of tough skin u gon respect me (hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go bald and they floor out (damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby u aint gotta look no more i got the cure u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king of trill needs himself a queen [chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad cuz i got u flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the bag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could leave yo ass with nathan then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like you and drop them off some dollas but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around (mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea [chorus] i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the kush by the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the chevy on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost my horns so H town is on ain't nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones [chorus] |
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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
Just because the team left that don't mean I ain't no Houston Oiler (Icy)
[Chorus] I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler (Icy) (Mike Jones) Hey I'm landin' out to the sky to my space ship She sayin' my slab lookin' better than her face lift (damn) She love the candy swangin' with the bumper kit She touched the butter and I cut didn't even have to say shit I got her gone I'm in her mind (like I'm thinkin' wit her) That's why I know what she thinkin' when she thinkin' nigga Right now she wanna grab a pint of oil I brought her here to let her taste it now I ask for it She love them Houston Oilers she love the drank we sip She love the way the candy shine and how the 4's flip She know bout super pokers she know bout elbows That's why when she see 'em she can't keep her legs closed I said she love them Houston Oilers she love the drank we sip She love the way the candy shine and how the 4's flip She know bout super pokers she know bout elbows That's why when she see 'em (she can't keep her legs closed) [Chorus] Hey I stay sippin' lean sittin' sideways With some candy on 4's in ya driveway (damn) I shoot spiders in the night time With something on me that will have ya on the lifeline Yea I'm crawlin' on them super pokers (ay) Yea I'm crawlin' with that super soaker (ha ha) So stay in ya lane (I'm smoking on that purple, with that purple in my drank) (I feel good) The Houston Oilers on Warren Moon I'm number one like Warren Moon South side I see ya candy red Northside candy blue we all getting bread And who are you I'm who Mike Jones who Mike Jones Who the hell is that A player that came out first album double plat So all you haters please fall back (hey) I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up (H-Town) I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up (H-Town) I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler (Icy) (Mike Jones) I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' I can I can barely I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' I can barely I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' (H-Town) She seen the 84's and vogues and started leanin' I can barely I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' I can barely I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' I can barely I can barely walk cause I'm leanin' She seen the 84's and vogues and started feanin' Drank in the Styrofoam I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler Sippin' till I'm leanin' I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler 84's and vogues got the girls screamin' I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler When I come through shinin' wit my ride I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up (H-Town) I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up (H-Town) I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler I'm from H-Town and I love to drank that oil up I'm a Houston Oiler I'm a Houston Oiler (Icy) (Hey) (H-Town) (Houston Oilers baby) |
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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
I lost my house, lost my car
But it's one thing I know I ain't lost baby And that's you, I know that [Intro: Trey Songz] I know - I know, ohh I know - [Mike Jones] baby girl I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy I know - you'd still be with Songz baby I know - and that boy Mike Jones - baby girl I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know - wit'chu I'll never be alone I know - that you would never do me wrong I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy I know - wit'chu I'll never be alone I know - that you would never do me wrong I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy [Mike Jones (Trey Songz)] You ain't gotta tell me twice (I already know) You was here when fame came and gon' be here (when fame go) And I know you know that I'll take you around the world And I know that you ain't trippin on them other girls (I know) befo' my deal and my grill baby (I know) you kept it real, kept it trill baby (I know) if I lose everythang Money cars and fame, my baby girl won't change, I said (I know) through the thick and the thin baby (I know) more than a lover she my friend baby (I know) if I lose my house She gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch, I said (I know) if I lose my house She gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch, I said (I know - if I lose my house) (You gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch girl I know) [Chorus] [Mike Jones (Trey Songz)] She ain't trippin 'bout money, she ain't trippin 'bout cars Cause if I lose everythang she here wit'cha boy A down-ass chick, don't care about the shine She'll pass it all up just to spend some time Love to wine and dine, she all over me Everytime she know I'll leave she get close to me My girl don't care about no money or no foreign whips She'd rather stay at home forget takin them long trips I'm with her every night, I hug her squeeze her tight I was blind at one time but now I see the light I'm with her every night, I hug her squeeze her tight I was blind at one time but now I see the light Call her my baby girl, som'n like my tenderoni Befo' the fame came, my girl was all on me Call her my baby girl, som'n like my tenderoni Cause she was here when I was lonely [Chorus] [Trey Songz] Ya boy-oiii Ya boy-oiii Ya boy-oiii You'd still be wit'cha boy SONGZ! You'd still be with me baby, YAH! |
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from Best R&B Vol.2 (2009)
I lost my house, lost my car
But it's one thing I know I ain't lost baby And that's you, I know that [Intro: Trey Songz] I know - I know, ohh I know - [Mike Jones] baby girl I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy I know - you'd still be with Songz baby I know - and that boy Mike Jones - baby girl I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know - wit'chu I'll never be alone I know - that you would never do me wrong I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy I know - wit'chu I'll never be alone I know - that you would never do me wrong I know - if I wasn't a superstar Rollin in fancy cars, you'd still be wit'cha boy [Mike Jones (Trey Songz)] You ain't gotta tell me twice (I already know) You was here when fame came and gon' be here (when fame go) And I know you know that I'll take you around the world And I know that you ain't trippin on them other girls (I know) befo' my deal and my grill baby (I know) you kept it real, kept it trill baby (I know) if I lose everythang Money cars and fame, my baby girl won't change, I said (I know) through the thick and the thin baby (I know) more than a lover she my friend baby (I know) if I lose my house She gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch, I said (I know) if I lose my house She gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch, I said (I know - if I lose my house) (You gon' be right there with me sleepin out on the couch girl I know) [Chorus] [Mike Jones (Trey Songz)] She ain't trippin 'bout money, she ain't trippin 'bout cars Cause if I lose everythang she here wit'cha boy A down-ass chick, don't care about the shine She'll pass it all up just to spend some time Love to wine and dine, she all over me Everytime she know I'll leave she get close to me My girl don't care about no money or no foreign whips She'd rather stay at home forget takin them long trips I'm with her every night, I hug her squeeze her tight I was blind at one time but now I see the light I'm with her every night, I hug her squeeze her tight I was blind at one time but now I see the light Call her my baby girl, som'n like my tenderoni Befo' the fame came, my girl was all on me Call her my baby girl, som'n like my tenderoni Cause she was here when I was lonely [Chorus] [Trey Songz] Ya boy-oiii Ya boy-oiii Ya boy-oiii You'd still be wit'cha boy SONGZ! You'd still be with me baby, YAH! |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out get your release dates moved This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break... I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-ass feet We came to party up in this bitch |
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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
Girl i gotta be next to you (x2)
Im waiting, anticipating for you baby (cuz i gotta be next to you) And im wanting You cuz u got me Boy you got me (cuz i gotta be next to you) Baby you on my mind As long as we spending time girl (cuz i gotta be next to you) (x2) -mike jones I aint tripping about the lime light cuz when im with my shawty She keep my mind right When we up in the mall She feel up shopping bag She love to popp them tags She love to drive the jag Whenever we alone She throw away my phone Cuz she dont want no interuptions while we going strong My baby, my baby Dont be on that bull sh* My baby, my baby Know i keep a full clip Thats why i Met her outside at 745 Thats why i Take pride when i slide up in them thighs My baby boo she true U know she hold me down So when i get some time I spend it with her now Im waiting, anticipating for you baby (cuz i gotta be next to you) And im wanting You cuz u got me Boy you got me (cuz i gotta be next to you) Baby you on my mind As long as we spending time girl (cuz i gotta be next to you) (x2) -mike jones 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 im 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 tho i leave her lonely She knows that i love her too While im hot i gotta get it Gotta stay on the grind And she already know when im home She take all my time, i Love to cuddle her Love to make her blush Girl i cant get enuff Cuz i gotta be next to you Love to cuddle her Love to make her blush Girl i cant get enuff Cuz i gotta be next to you Im waiting, anticipating for you baby (cuz i gotta be next to you) And im wanting You cuz u got me Boy you got me (cuz i gotta be next to you) Baby you on my mind As long as we spending time girl (cuz i gotta be next to you) (x2) -girl 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` knows and be around so i`ll let him hit his ex outta town -mike jones And i know That lil mama gon` hold big daddy down And i know That she gon` make me smile when i frown And i know That shawty`s more than a friend Thats why i ride wit her til the end Im waiting, anticipating for you baby (cuz i gotta be next to you) And im wanting You cuz u got me Boy you got me (cuz i gotta be next to you) Baby you on my mind As long as we spending time girl (cuz i gotta be next to you) (x2) |
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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
<i>[Intro]</i>
"I got my swagger right, I got my swagger right" (Mike Jones!) {It's a Big E beat} "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I got my swagger right" (let's get 'em E) "I got my swagger right, I got my swagger right" "They said that I was broke, now they lookin sour right" <i>[Mike Jones]</i> I swear befo' the money came - all the girls were dissin me Now they see me on TV and now they run up kissin me (ha ha) Swagger to the ceiling I just did a show in Italy My swagger worldwide, bet they know me if you mention me Because <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> "I got my swagger right, I got my swagger right" "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I got my swagger right" "I got my swagger right, I got my swagger right" "They said that I was broke, now they lookin sour right" <i>[Mike Jones]</i> I swear befo' the fame came - I was "Ballin' Underground" Makin money independent 'til my solo came around "Who Is Mike Jones?" My swagger to the ceiling {I screwed the world down} when I sold a couple million I'm flossin and I'm tippin, Momo woodgrain I'm grippin I'm Gucci over butter while I'm purple drank sippin I said I'm flossin and I'm tippin, Momo woodgrain I'm grippin I'm Gucci over butter while I'm purple drank sippin Because my swagger to the ceiling, swag-swagger to the ceiling Two-fo's on the Bentley now my swagger to the ceiling My swagger to the ceiling, my swagger to the ceiling They say that Mike Jones fell off but I'm so on in my city Because <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Mike Jones]</i> I'm so shiny, foes so glassy Hoes they want me, yeah they so nasty Swagger up high in the sky when I ride 745 on 22 inch tires Your hoe she on my ride, your hoe she on my dick She be like "Mike Jones he the shit," hop in my 5 and hop in my 6 She on me because I'm it, love the fact that I stay rich Love the fact I come through candy-painted drop the bumper kit She already know I'm paid, house blades, Escalade, with a maid that'll clean up and do me and you right now because I'm paid (Because I'm paid) I ain't trippin about what these haters say I just keep my swagger up and let these haters fade away Because <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Mike Jones]</i> Lil' momma love me, she love my big ol' chain Love the way that my paint get blang when I'm out in my drop on swang Love the way that I grip that grain {lil' momma she in love with my swag} {Love with my swag, love love with my swag} She love that big ol' chain, love the way that my panky rang shine when I'm in the turnin lane, always be on me hard When I come through on the boulevard, lil' momma she love my swag Lil' momma love me, lil' momma love me {Lil' momma love me} <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
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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from Mike Jones - Who Is Mike Jones? (2005)
[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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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(feat. Mike Jones)
White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yeah!) [Lil' Flip: talking] I keep a white cup nigga It's Fliperachi A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Hey, I keep a white cup I gotta get my lean on (lean on) I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?) Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on) Gotta put my rings on (rings on) Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on Shorty P roll the dro Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?) I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up) I take a old school car, then I fix it up [Hook:] I gotta (I gotta) White, white, white cup You see my (you see my) White, white, white cup I keep my White, white, white cup I love my White, white, white cup Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa White, white cup in my hand I gotta (I gotta) White, white cup in my hand You see my (you see my) White, white cup in my hand I keep my (I keep my) White, white cup in my hand Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa [Verse 2: Lil' Flip] I never lie to my fans not one time These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime What kind of shit is that? Nigga I'm sippin' that And on my lap is my strap That's where my weapon at Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll) I few platinum chains, but I love gold I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten) I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen [Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs] Ayyyyyeeeee Ayyyyyeeeee Say Flip Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga Hahaaaa Hahaaaa [Verse 3: Mike Jones] I stay iced up I gotta get my bling on A million buzz plus before I put my ring on Before my ringtones I was gettin' my green on I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on Pass me that Sunkist Pass me that purple stuff One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup Mike Jones and Fliperachi Ain't no one like us I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp [Hook] [Lil' Flip: talking] I know you hear that right That's a white cup A money white cup When we say we got a money cup That mean we poured up a strong... soda You dig what I'm sayin'? |
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