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Jones, Swishahouse..

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