Jones, Swishahouse..
[Mike on the dot, got's to get paid Move stone for stone, can't go wage Buy the home on hill, clothes out the Move 22 inches, on the to look good, got's to look fresh Hopped out the shower, cross my chest 4-5 handy, candy In 21 years, I knocked four grammy's I like to ride long, candy colors on I know you can't it, but the inside is butter Pelly-Pel sagging a wagon, kid's dragging I got fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon Me and T. Clarence, in the Hummer Where is Walty, where is the Hummer Back on a mission, Expedition You stacked up some cash, don't keep flipping Where is T. Flowers, is Jamal I got fo' freaks, so start a freak party Gin and Bacardi, play em like It's just in my nature, that Mike is hardy Red Boy from Rap-A-Lot, I see you through In the Escalade, on Wearing FUBU, maybe J. I've been putting it down, for ever since Scarface first came, to bring pain Got a purple dropping screens, call it purple Mike Jones mayn, I claim North You can the fame, just give me the change off the mind, bumper kit recline Keep in mine, you don't you don't shine I say that verse a lot, just to let you boys You plant the seed, if you want the plant to grow Now I'm in the Lexus, police.. You me, I'll be in your ... like a wedgie What's up to the Twinz, in the A-Town We Gon show you boys, that Swishahouse put it State to state town to town, hit the stage we gon I show we talking bout em grill, they gon frown Me and the Mad, Gator flipping Jag My got on me, when I sag Saginng my jeans, sixteen Where is the do-do, where is the I pretty good, I just bought the yellow Gator I Sprewells, on the blue Navigator It's the Mike Jones, freestyling the dome I come through, Yellowstone, Acres Home Riding in my top, chilling with the Watts I hit the stage, I'ma give it all I got Michael Watts chopping, rag tops Girls who cut for me befo', they bopping Where is the pride, is the pull My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming Hold up don't worry, put a up the room Watch me chasers, without using a broom If you wanna see me flow, book me for a And see, me and Magno go Man I'm freestyling again, spinning a sin for the ten, off a 5 or 6-10 That's a freeway, Northside Southside we ride blue and We might ride red, watch us turn Quit all the plexing, and stacking bread No time to tell you to grind, if you wanna shine It's the boy Mike Jones, it down