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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