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