Jones, Swishahouse..
[Mike 6:00 on the dot, got's to get Move stone for stone, can't go wage Buy the home on hill, clothes out the 22 inches, on the X-Beamer Got's to look good, to look fresh out the shower, baguettes cross my chest 4-5 handy, candy In 21 years, I knocked four grammy's I like to ride long, colors on cutters I know you can't believe it, but the inside is Pelly-Pel sagging then a wagon, dragging I got more fire, than Lee the Dragon Me and T. Clarence, in the Hummer is Lil' Walty, where is the Hummer Back on a mission, Expedition You stacked up cash, don't stop keep flipping Where is T. Flowers, is Jamal I got fo' freaks, so let's start a party Gin and Bacardi, play em like It's just in my nature, that Mike Jones is Red Boy Rap-A-Lot, I see you coming through In the Escalade, on Wearing FUBU, maybe J. been putting it down, for H-Town ever since Scarface first came, came to bring Got a purple dropping screens, call it rain Mike Jones mayn, I claim North You can have the fame, give me the change Freestyle off the mind, kit recline Keep in mine, you don't grind you don't I say that verse a lot, just to let you know You gotta plant the seed, if you want the plant to Now I'm in the Lexus, police.. You me, I'll be in your ... like a wedgie up to the Twinz, that's in the A-Town We Gon show you boys, that Swishahouse put it to state town to town, hit the stage we gon clown When I show we talking bout em grill, they gon Me and the Mad, flipping 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 just bought the Gator I through Sprewells, on the blue It's the Mike Jones, freestyling from the I might come through, Yellowstone, Home Riding in my top, chilling with the Watts When I hit the stage, I'ma it all I got Watts chopping, rag tops dropping Girls who cut for me befo', they bopping Where is the pride, where is the My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming Hold up don't worry, put a up the room Watch me sweep chasers, using a broom If you see me flow, book me for a show 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, Southside we ride blue and grey We might ride red, watch us turn Quit all the plexing, and start bread No time to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna It's the boy Jones, putting it down