Jones, Swishahouse..
[Mike 6:00 on the dot, to get paid Move for stone, can't go minimum wage Buy the home on hill, out the cleaners 22 inches, on the X-Beamer Got's to look good, got's to look Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my 4-5 handy, candy In 21 years, I down four grammy's I like to long, candy colors on cutters I you can't believe it, but the inside is butter Pelly-Pel then a wagon, kid's dragging I got fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon Me and T. Clarence, hopped in the is Lil' Walty, where is the Hummer Back on a mission, Expedition You up some 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 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 I've been putting it down, for ever since Scarface first came, came to pain Got a purple dropping screens, it purple rain Mike Jones mayn, I claim mayn You can the fame, just give me the change Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit Keep in mine, you don't you don't 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 test me, I'll be in ... like a wedgie What's up to the Twinz, that's in the We Gon show you boys, Swishahouse put it down State to state town to town, hit the stage we gon When I we talking bout em grill, they gon frown 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 yellow I through Sprewells, on the Navigator It's the Mike Jones, from the dome I come through, Yellowstone, Acres Home Riding in my drop top, with the Watts I hit the stage, I'ma give it all I got Michael Watts chopping, rag dropping who didn't cut for me befo', they bopping Where is the pride, is the pull My album, Who Is Mike Jones soon up don't worry, put a lighter up the room Watch me sweep chasers, without using a If you wanna see me flow, book me for a And you'll see, me and 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 heads Quit all the plexing, and stacking bread No to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna shine It's the boy Mike Jones, putting it