Jones, Swishahouse..
[Mike 6:00 on the dot, got's to get Move for stone, can't go minimum wage Buy the home on hill, out the cleaners Move 22 inches, on the Got's to look good, got's to fresh Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my 4-5 handy, Lamborgini In 21 years, I knocked four grammy's I to ride long, candy colors on cutters I know you believe it, but the inside is butter Pelly-Pel then a wagon, kid's dragging I got more fire, than Lee the Dragon Me and T. Clarence, hopped in the Where is Lil' Walty, where is the Back on a mission, flipping You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep Where is T. Flowers, where is I got fo' freaks, so let's start a party Gin and Bacardi, em like Atari It's just in my nature, that Mike is hardy Red Boy from Rap-A-Lot, I see you coming In the Escalade, on Wearing FUBU, J. Prince been putting it down, for H-Town ever since Scarface first came, came to bring Got a purple dropping screens, it purple rain Mike mayn, I claim North mayn You can have the fame, just give me the Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit Keep in mine, you don't grind you shine I say that a lot, just to let you boys know You gotta 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, Swishahouse put it down State to state town to town, hit the stage we gon When I show we talking bout em grill, gon frown Me and the Mad, Gator flipping Jag My got on me, when I sag Saginng my jeans, brother Where is the do-do, is the lean I feel pretty good, I bought the yellow Gator I Sprewells, on the blue Navigator the Mike Jones, freestyling from the dome I might come through, Yellowstone, Acres Riding in my drop top, with the Watts When I hit the stage, I'ma it all I got Michael chopping, rag tops dropping Girls who cut for me befo', they bopping is the pride, where is the pull My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming up don't worry, put a lighter up the room Watch me sweep chasers, without using a If you see me flow, book me for a show And you'll see, me and go Man I'm again, spinning it's a sin for the ten, off a 5 or 6-10 That's a freeway, Northside we ride blue and grey We might ride red, watch us heads Quit all the plexing, and stacking bread No to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna shine the boy Mike Jones, putting it down