Who? Mike Mike Jones Who? Jones
Keep ya open For jackers, baby goin' down
Even though the laws Them get rollin' So they can't out it I ain't about to go down
Even though the patrollin' Them get rollin' So they can't out it I ain't about to go down
They see me doin' my shiit, that's why in my miix plottin' along watchin' like I'm movin' bricks But I ain't move nothin', I'm on my hustlin' Come at me wrong and my gon' give you a concussion
I love to ride fresh, but to ride with Tecs But the way that these jackers up, knowin' for the best With on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and Myself, because ain't finna get me I'm in the club sober as fuck and you catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Jones Who? Mike Mike Jones
Even though the laws jackers get rollin' So they can't out it I ain't about to go down
Even though the patrollin' Them get rollin' So they can't out it 'Cuz I ain't about to go
The way that I pull up, I got the jackers at me 24's and swingers, sold the and got me caffie And I don't a damn if they rollin' 'Cuz my top gets folden, the AK I'm 'Cuz I ain't about to go
Presidential when we ride with the trunk open Clothes to jack playboy You get three slugs to ya and I'm fo' sho' 'cuz they don't know I'm on a to get paid to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed
And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will In the heat of the moment, let's see if heat gon buck first And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall And if I do get jacked, you better I'm comin' in all black, CJ
Even the laws patrollin' Them get rollin' So can't out hold it 'Cuz I ain't about to go
Even though the patrollin' Them jackers get So can't out hold it 'Cuz I ain't about to go
I'm down the flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin" See them watchin' like I aint payin' attention But really, I'm at them boys like they silly 'Cuz I know handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly
'Cuz I'm a pistol packer for them jackers try to attack us No need to call the po po, 'cuz my fo fo gon' be my up Act up, if you wanna and I swear you'll be a I put it all on my mama, you niggaz don't no drama
It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holdin' steel When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the I major without a deal, keep it hot wheels
Even though the patrollin' jackers get rollin' So can't out hold it 'Cuz I ain't to go down
Even the laws patrollin' jackers get rollin' So they can't out it I ain't about to go down