5 Years From Now
Back Then
Cuttin'
Day 2 Day Grindin' (featuring Chamillion)
Flossin'
Got It Sewed Up
Grandma
I Need A Dime
I'm A Pimp
Laws Patrolling
Scandalous Hoes
Still Tippin'
Turning Lane
Type Of Nigga U Need
What Ya Know About...

5 Years From Now

(feat. eddie jones)

[eddie jones]
Syeah! Mike Jones! WHO? Mike Jones!
Where will I be at, five years from nowwwwwww [sirens blaring]
Five years from nowwwwwww
Five years from nowwwwwww

[Chorus: eddie jones]
Where would I go, who would I see yeah - five years from nowwwwwww
Tell me how will I live, will I raise some kids yeah - five years from nowwwwwww
Will I be locked down or will I be underground yeah - five years from nowwwwwww
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
what I'ma be doin - five years from nowwwwwww

[Mike Jones]
I live life daily, scared to make babies
It's hard to plan your future when the world goin crazy
Kids with no food, but can they turn 2
beside they own people, I swear this world evil
They see us on TV, they thinkin we should be
The main ones providin for our community
But the government is paid, dishin out minimum wage
They don't care about the streets, as long as they get paid
My advice is please vote, don't take it as a joke
Cause five years from now the world could be gone in smoke
Now everybody's gone, cause they ain't stand strong
And vote for a leader that can lead our country home
We got people in Iraq, tell me why they cain't come home
If you care about your future please listen to the song
We got people in Iraq, tell me why they can't come home
If you care about your future please listen to the song

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I think about my homies, I think about my momma
I think about what's goin on I think about the drama
I think about the world, I think about my life
Five years from now, will I have me a wife?
Will I have me some kids, tell me how will I live
Will I be doin wrong or will I live positive
Will I live to get a Grammy or will I be with my granny
Five years from now, I don't think you understand me
I'm tryin to hold on, tryin to stay strong
It's hard not knowin what's really goin on
But I try to maintain, keep my head in the game
When shit ain't lookin too good, I pray for better thangs
I keep the lord on my side, 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try
I keep the lord on my side, 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try

[Chorus]

[Mike jones]
How could you think about the future when the world goin crazy
Kids havin kids, they too young to make babies
I'm livin in the world so sheisty and shady...MikeJones, Jones
Five years from now will I be dead, boxed up
Or in the pen for ten like Akon, locked up
Tell me how would I live, will I have me some kids?
Will I blow up big in showbiz, five years from now

[Chorus]

[eddie jones]
Where would I go.. who would I see yeah... oh oooooooh
Five years from now
It scares me not to know, it scares me not to knowwww - yeah

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Back Then

[Chorus 2X: samples from "Still Tippin'"]
"Back then hos didn't want me, now I'm hot hos all on me"
"Back then hos didn't want me, now I'm hot hos all on me - I SAID"
"Back then hos didn't want me, now I'm hot hos all on me"
"Back then hos didn't want me, now I'm hot hos all on me - I SAID"

[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!!
Befo' I came up in the game these hoes didn't show no love
They see me in the club and used to treat me like a scrub
They wouldn't holla cause my dollars wasn't swoll enough
I bet they change they mind when them 84's come rollin up
They see that I'm a star, now they wanna sit in my car
Now they wanna count my cheese, roll with me and sip my bar now
They used to love to me diss me, now they rush to hug and kiss me now
They tellin all they friends when I leave how they miss me now
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, shea - because

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me
But den da same hoes beggin me to pull down they panties
A couple of 'em said I was cute but I was just too chubby
Same size a year later the same hoes wanna f**k me
Because they see me paid, pimpin pens, workin my jelly
And I ain't trippin cause my pockets stick out mo' than my belly
They know I'm paid, livin laid in the shade
2 slabs in the Escalade with fo' or five estates
Then know that I got it made, I'm a motherf**kin balla
She would want a nigga now but I ain't got no time to call her
I'ma stall her like she stalled me, now she tryin to call me
Bitch I'ma dog yo' ho ass like you dogged me
I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name
Ain't nuttin changed but my change, I'ma stay the same
I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name
Ain't nuttin changed but my change, I'ma stay the same

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
Befo' my paper came, befo' I got my fame
These hoes that's poppin on me now didn't even know my name
They said my flow was lame, they said I had no game
I told 'em all I was fin' to blow they thought I was insane
But then my name start blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick
Cause they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick
But then my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick
Because they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick

[Chorus - 2X]

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Cuttin'

[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!!
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"

[Intro: samples and scratching]
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, its to late tryin to stop us now
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, its to late tryin to stop us now
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, its to late tryin to stop us now
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, its to late tryin to stop us now

[Mike Jones]
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup, diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to f**k it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my name alone can't be denied
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
If you don't work, you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

[Chorus 2X: samples]
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got dank let's blow it up, when my album stop I'ma slow it up"

[Mike Jones]
You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser
I hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face
Back then look in my do' I was flippin yapes for the papes
I swang from lane to lane with one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff
H-Town Houston Texas we jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts
Cause I - used to hustle hard on my block, laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin to stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot
Now I'm fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when my album drop
So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y'all helped me out

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes
I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler that came up, from a struggle
I hustle from noon to night, when I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin it down so I can live my life right
I stay on the scene, lookin clean, 24's roll while I'm droppin screens
Befo' I got a major deal I was underground stackin green

[Chorus]

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Day 2 Day Grindin' (featuring Chamillion)

[Chamillion: hook 2x]
Day to day grindin', got a playa shinin'
5th wheel reclinin' on dem boys
See a playa hustlin', comin up from nothin'
Strugglin', tryna come up on dem boys

[Mike Jones]
I got dem platinum shinin', all the time'n
Screens fallin', 5th wheel reclinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
If you ain grindin', you ain shinin'
I'm Mike Jones(Mike Jones)
I stack change and grip grain
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger
Until I die, I'ma hunt for change
I had to get up and off my ass
Depend on self to stack my cash
I'm first in the game, I'm never last
Until I pass, I'ma make the cash
Me, Chamille, and Magno
Grind hard everyday for the cash flow
I pull up in the jag slow
It's M.O.B. until I go
I hit the catch on princess cut
I leave sluts and make 'em f**kin suck
Cause Mike Jones don't give a f**k
Cause Mike Jones don't give a f**k
I grind for mine, that's why I shine
I hog the lights, cause I work for mine
I grill shine like pine on pine
I'm ballin' now, so wait in line

[hook 2x]

[Magno]
Day to day, grindin'
I knocked off'd 5 gators
All chrome, my money run long - like Clyde Davis
So you know how my wheels sit
Like my benz topless
So like the game of dominoes - I dropped the big 6
In a drop wit big chicks
The guts is plushed off
Makin' girls rush off
Cause we throwin buck soft
Now my green stackin'
You'll never say my team's second
If it's beef, we got lose cannons like Gene Hackman
He jus' fine, it's Magno, the streets is mine
I'm in that 740-i, backseats reclined
With the curtains in the back
Girls - twerkin' on the sack
Niggas fightin' for front seat
The 18s turn 'em and they back
The game need me like Glady's need the pimps
My wallet's like a python - it always keep a grip
Before, I ain' had a dime
All I had was time
But since I got grind, now I got shine
Steady grindin'!

[hook 2x]

[Chamillion]
Hey, has anybody else seen this cat?
Leanin' back in a greenish 'llac
With throwback and a phoenix cap
Rag top with the screens attached
It don't take a true genious act
Like you dont know that the king is back
It's Koopa, I pop my trunk
And flash lights while you lead it back
I used to wave at a broad
"Who he wavin' at? Ain't me?"
Now I wave my sleeve in the breeze
And mother nature gets brain freeze
Change the, t.v. and you see
The tool man on my channel
Help me figure how to dismantle
All this wood in my dope panel
Nano-nano we grindin', we outta this world
Say no, I'll put my foot up your anus
And kick you outta this world
No colleges girl, the lizard man got edu-ma-cation
And benjamin chasin' now they sick like no medicine's taken
You betta go ask G-Dash or Michael Watts
Who's stackin stocks or flashin rocks
Hardest thing got after 'Pac
I should try to be an astronaught
Girls wanna gimme ass and I got plenty of "not's"
>From mashin' the spots, mom and pops
The package in drops
I'm tellin ya pops, we grindin' like there ain' no tomorrow
If I go broke, this whole
"Hey Travis, can I borrow a dollar?"
A balla, a scholar who's switchin class on top of the rank
My name gon' go where Wells Fargo go on top of the bank
If niggas that shine was in joke, in this game they be callin' me
The Chamillion Era, mixed the king of comedy
You wouldn't believe me ballin' if you never did see it
Till me, Mike and Mag pull up
In a me no speak English
And that's a foreign baby!

[hook 2x]

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Flossin'

(feat. Big Moe)

Mike Jones, Jones
Mike Jones, Jones

[Hook - 2x Big Moe]
I stay flossing in that candy paint
Blowin dank
Sippin drank on 84 swangers
Tearin up the lane, tearin up the laaaaaaaane

[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
Lil daddy you can tell I'm ballin
From the way I'm flossin 84s I am crawlin
Screens fallin as I slide up and down your block
With a chain full of rocks and princess cuts in my watch
Mike Jones
I'm hot now a lot of people callin
But back then they left Mike Jones crawlin
I'm rising they fallin
Cuz I stayed up on my grind
Didn't have time to whine
Had to put it dine (down)
I'm Mike Jones
Who...Mike Jones
Who...Mike Jones, Jones
And I'm a stay putting it down until the end
Pimpin pens
Tryin to put a brand new benz in the wind
Cuz

[Hook - 2x]

[Verse 2: Mike Jones]
I pull up in a drop top holding grain
Parking lot pimpin mayne
I ain't even trippin mayne
Screens rain as I slide up and down the block
Ride daily holding glock
Cuz I know haters plot
You might see me SUV on 24s
Or I might be flippin tippin on four vogues
Mike Jones
A lot people now mad cuz I'm hot
But they gone be even madder when that jag leave the lot
I stay grindin so I can stay ballin
Cuz Lord knows I can't picture me fallin
I'm crawlin
Candy paint on fours
Doggin all these hos
You handlin the road in my wide body load
I'm a baller shot caller 20 inch crawler
Catch me on the highway or about to tear the mall up
My album Who is Mike Jones comin soon
My album Who is Mike Jones comin soon
Cuz

[Hook - 2x]

[Verse 3: Big Moe + Mike Jones]
I'm pimpin flippin that candy paint
Lane switchin sippin that purple drank
Screen fallin dubs crawlin
I guess that's why the girls keep callin
My phone
I roam and hop in my maybach

[Mike Jones]
Haters knock cuz we on the grind and they not
Big Moe and Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones
Who..Mike Jones Jones

[Big Moe]
Swisha House and the Wreckshop
Big Moe and Mike Jones finna wreck shop

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Got It Sewed Up

MIKE JONES!!
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
GEAH, MIKE JONES!!
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah! Hypnotize Minds)

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill they like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill they like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

[Mike Jones]
Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dopefiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin hard in the parkin lot
Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts
I pack a nine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin time by talkin down
You consider trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin bad and I'm feelin fine
Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine everytime I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the fault
cause Mike Jones can't take a loss
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine everytime I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the fault
cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green
Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw
Michael Watts, he choppin it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin her up
I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin grands
I'm runnin the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin the game with my masterplan
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip
I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
Cause Mike Jones is in the streets
I'm grippin grain, switchin lanes
Causin pain in the turnin lane
In 7 months I'm runnin the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?
I'm grippin grain, switchin lanes
Causin pain in the turnin lane
In 7 months I'm runnin the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

[Chorus]

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Grandma

Ohhh grandma (MIKE JONES! Who?)
DJ Slice, tear me up baby, tear me up
This heah for my grandma mayne
I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta tell the world, how important you was to me

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
Ohhh grandma, I miss you
and wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Ohhh grandma, I miss you
and wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me - the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me - the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me - befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)

[Mike Jones]
April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn near stopped rappin, damn near stopped pimpin pens
Cousin locked in the pen, when will this drama end
I get success but it feels like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out T. Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
Cause she ain't here with me, but I know she hearin me
Beg and plead, that she could still be here next to me
Even though you passed and left, yo' memories are kept
In my mind, heart, and soul - even on my shelf
Now I'm left with cousin Shelly, Jessie, and they real, and Gary
(?) and my brother, Uncle June, and my mother and
even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
Grandma remember when we used to play them bones and you would skunk us
And you never had a problem punkin us in front of company
Wally just had a son - he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Wally just had a son - he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Latran playin ball, I pray to God he goes pro
And Gary Jr. gettin bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
that the family's okay, everythang's cool and straight
Juanita and Nicky just told me to tell you they said hey
And I pray day to day that the Lord'll pave the way
And you keep lookin down here just smilin, just showin ya pretty face
And I still hang around my homies that you see while you were here
Oh and my girl better than ever, she too wish you was here
You know I'm grown now, so I'm puttin food on the table
24 years old and I got my own label
Ice Age Entertainment, we about to take it over
T. Boy rappin now - he's Mellow, and Wally is Lil' Soldier
(?) still rolls with me, we close shoulder to shoulder
That gator that you gave my granny I use it to sew the game up
Me and (?) was partners, we both now CEO's
It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
Man, it's crazy, y'knahmsayin?
Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why..
.. y'all listenin to me today, y'knahmsayin?
True story check it out, true story
A lot of people always used to wonder how I got up in the game
Y'knahmsayin? My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason y'knahmsayin?
It's crazy though, I mean, I used to go to strip clubs all the time and
try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like "Mike Jones"
And they'd be like WHO, y'knahmsayin?
And I used to always tell my grandma and she used to always tell me
to use that, y'knahmsayin? Cause they gon' regret what they did to me
Y'knahmsayin? So I started usin it, and it worked, y'knahmsayin?
And.. it's it's just crazy mayne y'know?
I started sayin my name a lot - y'knahmsayin?
I started givin my phone number out - y'knahmsayin?
When people was tellin me that it wasn't gon' work
My grandma was tellin me to do it, y'knahmsayin?
She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision y'knahmsayin?
And.. really I started givin out my album, I started promotin it and
all the stuff that y'all been hearin me do, I got it from her
Y'knahmsayin? And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today
Y'knahmsayin? And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know
I'm I'm I'm here and y'all listenin to me, y'know
So I never woulda ever thought..
..that I'd have the whole world listenin to Mike Jones, man, it's crazy man
I didn't even wanna use my real name, y'know?
But grandma was like, boy you better use that name
It's gon' blow you up one day, y'knahmsayin?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talkin about
And now I'm here, "Who is Mike Jones?"
Holla at'cha boy..

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I Need A Dime

[Scream] Collipark, Hanh!
Cheeya
Mike Jones! WHO! Mike Jones [Jones]
Holla at cha boy baby, you killed it on this one man, Cheeya
We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight! Yo yo.
Collipark n Swisha house and his bitch, check it out, yo, yo, yo, Lets Go!

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Bad bitch
Shake that ass for the tip if you a
Bad bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Bad bitch
O no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Bad bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm in the club, lookin' for a
Bad bitch
In the parkin' lot, lookin' for a
Bad bitch
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find a
Bad bitch
You know me I gotta keep me a
Bad bitch
Freak in the morning, freak in the evening
I'm looking for a freak when I'm done block bleedin
Now take me to her house, tease me, then please me
and tell all her friends dick made her sleepy, and believe me, when I'm up in that im beattin it,
givin' ya that Mike Jones' threatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
body so deadly, you can tell when she dropped it
I gonna go hit her on the beat ass tight
I'm seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, tell her it was time ta,
Let a playa like me get in her vagina

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dine that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
I need a dine that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
You want this money so you gotta be a
Bad bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Bad bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Bad bitch
O no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Bad bitch

[Verse 2]
She's a ghettoass bitch, with some ghettoass game,
in the clubs where she work n she poppin' that thing
said the bread keep her fed n the head at the bar
She could never breath on a nigger nigger make him come,
Come one! Come one! Come all! Come all!
where them hoes like to get buck and bone
And the can't take all tha drowers'
Aint Standin there, nigger no
I know the way she dance, she look like she f**kin' herself
Shawty do a number just touching herself
Freaky ways she can shake ass for days
gettin kinky in sixty-nine different ways
Jump onstage she gettin pays going off
You got enough money she taking the clothes off
Look at that, I tought I taw a putty tat
I did I did I did
I taw a putty tat

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
You want his money so you gotta be a
Bad bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Bad bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Bad bitch
O no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Bad bitch

[Verse 3]
Bitch mooove, like you got something to prove
Keep running you dick sucka hoe you going to lose
I don't wanna hear 'bout your motherf**king blues
i'd rather see ya ass clap clap in them shoes
Right
Damn Damn Damn Damn
Wham Wham Wham Wham
I tought I taw a puttytat

shawty gettin' crunk love gettin' low
Everywhere she take it to the flo'
Make a booty roll take her clothes off
With teeth little smokin weed
As she getting hella freaky on that ecstacy
Or dance for me song after song
shawty won't stop she goes all night long
and thas a girl who know what she want and like
she a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face lil waist with a big behind
You want his money so you gotta be a
Bad bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Bad bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Bad bitch
O no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Bad bitch

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I'm A Pimp

Chorus:
i'm a pimp i walk wit a limp i step aside papa dont eat no shrimp a baller little lane crawler larry line follwera raw hard girl i'm a pimp i walk wit a limp i step aside papa dont eat no shrimp i'm grinda thats why i'm a shina i left behind whinas to be a big tima
Verse1:
here comes the houstin hustle man its time to get ya game on hit the block rolling hard and get my swing on pop the trunk proper lay i don't play I ride 24's lata on the day i'm amazing valley park on sataday night sippin on coke and sprit lookin for somtin tight i'm grown, blowin that smoke off in my dorm, bangin and lookin good i'm jamin im mike jones flo shmo i'm leanin up in my throat chokin and gettin blown while i hope man its fo sho come on and we killin da seen i'm a trow back gangsta an underground king
(Chorus times one)

verse2:
i'm grown like old fame took over ya whole name in seven months mike jones took over the whole game see all u niggas at home tryin to hate ya need to step up to da plate cuz i aint about ta beat ya ima bout ta leave ya

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Laws Patrolling

(feat. CJ, Lil' Bran, Mellow)

[Intro: Mike Jones]
Who?! Mike Jones [3x]

Shyeah!
Keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
It's going down

[Chorus: Lil' Bran (2x)]
Even though the laws patrolling
Them jackers is rolling
So the gat im holding
Cause I ain't another going down

[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
They see me doing my shit, that's why they in my miix
Jackers plotting along watching like I'm moving bricks
But I ain't move nothing, I'm on my grind hustling
Come at me wrong and my chrome gon' give you a concussion
I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs
But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best
With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect
Myself, because they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as f**k and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones
Who! Mike Jones

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 2: CJ]
The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me
24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie
And I don't give a damn if they rollin', cause my top gets folden
The AK I'm holding (Lil' Bran: Cause I ain't about to go down)
Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know
I'm on a mission to get paid
Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed
And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt
In the heat of the moment, let's see if that heat gon buck first
And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat
And if I do get jacked, you better believe I'm coming back in all black
CJ!

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3: Mellow]
I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin"
See them jackers watching like I aint payin' attention
But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly
Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' f**k wit this Milly
Cause I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us
No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gon' be my back up
Act up: If you wanna and I swear you'll be a goner
I put it all on my mama, you niggaz don't want no drama
It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holding that steel
When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill
I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the scrill
I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels

[Chorus (2x)]

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Scandalous Hoes

(feat. Lil' Bran)

[Mike Jones]
Hoes these days mayne, I'm tellin y'all
They scandalous baby, scandalous baby
That's why

[Lil' Bran]
I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes

[Chorus: Mike Jones + (Lil' Bran)]
Females I don't trust 'em, Lord knows I don't love 'em
I f**k 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I swear they nothin but trouble
And for that reason there, I keep my shit in my pants
Because (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)

[Mike Jones]
Geah! I watch my back when I'm walkin, I watch my mouth when I'm talkin
My glock cocked when I'm crawlin cause you never know
Who hate the fact you got plenty of paper stacked so they envy
the way you move in that Bentley now you got more than one enemy
Tryin to take you out nope, that's why you ride wit'cha scope
Or aim the infrared beamer straight to they throat
So if you ever in fear of your life, you put steel HERE in they life
Cause you ain't goin down, especially not tonight
I never ever trusted hoes because they got a plan
They don't want me for me they want me because I got some Grants
It's sad when you down nobody lends a helpin hand
But when you blow up and don't help them you out there bad
My grandma told me watch these hoes because they got a plan
to get your paper that's why I keep my shit in my pants
You're on your own 'til your gone that's what I was told
So I'ma help who helped me 'til my casket closed

SYEAH! Mike Jones, WHO?! Mike Jones
That's why

[Lil' Bran]
I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
What's my business is my business, don't worry 'bout how I'm livin
I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it, you should do the same
These haters hate, they mad cause I'm gettin cake
That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)

[Lil' Bran]
Stand you scandalous hoes

[Mike Jones]
I cain't stand 'em mayne
We fin' to do a little bit different right here
Check it out - SYEAH!

[Mike Jones]
Now that you stackin up dollars, these hoes now wanna holla
They wanna be on your team, they wanna know all about'cha
They wanna ride on your ride, they wanna be by your side
until the day that you die, that's what they tellin you right?
They sayin they wanna commit, because your paper legit
The minute you go bankrupt the second they gon' split
Now yo' ass ain't got shit
Listenin to that bitch got you flat broke quick
If you was straight from the streets you'll know that that bitch
was from the jump a hoe, playin you for your dough
But I guess you thought I was hatin when I was keepin it real
I'll bet you gon' listen now cause she got you for your scrill
So let this lesson be told to those who got caught
You tried to pay for some pussy that already been bought
You told the hoe where you lived, cause you thought that the bitch was real
Same time she was one of them niggaz inside your crib
I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet
I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks
I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet
I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks

[Outro: Mike Jones + (Lil' Bran)]
SYEAH! Mike Jones
Females I don't trust 'em
Lord knows I don't love 'em
That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
The same ones that'll suck you up, 'll f**k you up I swear
Y'all beter get y'all game on mayne
Hoes are scandalous mayne (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)
SYEAH! Mike Jones (scandalous hoes)
(These scandalous hoes, these scandalous hoes)
That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)

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Still Tippin'

Still Tippin'" (feat. Slim Thug, Paul Wall)

Chorus - 2x

Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in fo vo's
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours

Slim Thug
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in fo vo's
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my brades when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)

Chorus - 2x

Mike Jones
Four Fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

Chorus - 2x

Paul Wall
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to a ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fo's poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm only five nine Southle baby holla at me

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Turning Lane

Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah!

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
TV screens rain in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I'm gettin brain from yo' dame in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
My candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane

[Mike Jones]
I got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin; in the turnin lane
Diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin; in the turnin lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl; in the turnin lane
You know me, I ain't trippin 'bout the laws; in the turnin lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow; to the turnin lane
Whip lookin like it's in a car show; in the turnin lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow; in the turnin lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes; in the turnin lane
While I'm waitin I blow green and sip lean; in the turnin lane
Seems like this light ain't gon' never turn green; in the turnin lane
But I ain't rushin because I got time, try to keep up behind
and I'ma hit ya with that nine; see in the turnin lane
Piece and chain icy rang showin; in the turnin lane
Show my grills and diamonds start glowin; in the turnin lane
I'm jammin Screw music while I'm waitin; in the turnin lane
"Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated; in the turnin lane

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I'll leave some cats aside quick; in the turnin lane
Them boys really think they're slick; in the turnin lane
But if they even try trippin; in the turnin lane
I'ma have to empty out my clip; in the turnin lane
I keep my eyes wide open; in the turnin lane
Me and my infrared dot scopin; in the turnin lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm lookin great
Don't wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and I'll run yo 'plate
I'm Mike Jones - WHO? Mike Jones, from the Dirty South
They say my grill clean so you know I ain't got no dirty mouth
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I ride on the swang, I grip on woodgrain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin lane
I got Escalade ESV's in my drop I watch DVD's
Now I'm hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me; in the turnin lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stackin change, I did it to have thangs
Now I'm in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin
I got diamonds in my grill, you can't tell when I'm grinnin; in the turnin lane
Befo' I got on a major, I was underground stackin that paper
Career pimps players and hustlers don't mess with them haters
My album - "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto'
My album - "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto' - cause

[Chorus - 2X]

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Type Of Nigga U Need

whO Mike jones who mike jones who mike jones who Mike jones
This one hea for the ladies man
you know wa am sayin
I know I aint ballin right now but if you stay down with me while im down
Whe i come up Ima prove it to you (Prove what?)

Chorus: That im the the type of nigga u need
Not a baller just driven to being one
If you with me while im broke when im rich it`ll be mo fun
we can cruise i`ll show you da whole world
come be a grown lady instead of a little girl
Cusz Im all you need
Im all you need

Verse 1:
Babygirl i know you tiredof that mess
Your man giving you stress
Put that cigarette down Let me put your nerves to rest
See Im a man outta job and things to make you smile
You wuwz here when I was broke so i know you here for a while
She encouraged me to keep working hard for my dreams
Even though my life was off she stayed on my team
She helped Stay focused to get what I need
And I told her when i blow da whole world she gon see
She gon be the only one that chu see me wit
Im for real this girl here legitSee i aint got alot of dollas
but she love the dick
quailty time me and her she love to kiss
see ama be here for her like she wusz der for me
I looked at her and told her mike jones the type of nigga u need x2

Chorus: That im the the type of nigga u need
Not a baller just driven to being one
If you with me while im broke when im rich it`ll be mo fun
we can cruise i`ll show you da whole world
come be a grown lady instead of a little girl
Cusz Im all you need
Im all you need

Verse2:
Im feelin that tone in your voice I know wat u wantin baby
I know what you wantin baby
You uh made da right choice cusz da sex is great
And your love is appealing I feel Im way more qualified
Then the bustas you been dealin wit Come get a hit of this mama
Come on and roll with me
And dont worry bout drama yes I keep that 4 with me
Pretty much Im down for a one night stand
Cadi drvin man wit grands
all up in his hands come on and roll with a g
come on and smoke with a g And i know your daddy
and yo momma dont even approve of me
but still the girl show me love cusz she real
the type of chick thats down with you
with or without your deal
and it aint no future bigger than the one that im planning for us
she got me twisted and tied up I think Im about to bust baby cusz
I told you that Im all you need

Chorus: That im the the type of nigga u need
Not a baller just driven to being one
If you with me while im broke when im rich it`ll be mo fun
we can cruise i`ll show you da whole world
come be a grown lady instead of a little girl
Cusz Im all you need
Im all you need

Verse 3:
Before the fame and change came you was holdin me down
When I needed me a ride she wud rolld me around
She kept the sun shining when the rain came around
And from then on I went on and told her for being down
I would forever be around with her
cus i aint put in all this time just to leave her
she needs me and i know that I need her
yeah mike jones who who mike jones
Im the type of nigga u need

Chorus: That im the the type of nigga u need
Not a baller just driven to being one
If you with me while im broke when im rich it`ll be mo fun
we can cruise i`ll show you da whole world
come be a grown lady instead of a little girl
Cusz Im all you need
Im all you need

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What Ya Know About...

(feat. Killa Kyleon, Paul Wall)

[Chorus 3x]
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya, what ya know about, what ya, what ya know about

[Mike Jones]
What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts
V-b-s, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup
I'm grippin on that grain man, switching lane to lane man
In my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thang
I'm in the parking lot with my candy apple drop
Hop inside, press a button, watch my top pass out
See I'm a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for reclining
Watch me smile and show my grill so y'all can see that I'm a shine
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the low
I'm from the city of the clutch where the music screwed up
I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby

[Chorus 2x]

[Paul Wall]
What ya know about some vogue tires and 84's
Candy paint red cherry blossom drippin off the door
I'm from the place where our smiles stay iced out
Diamonds in our mouth, baby jammin on this Swishahouse
I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk popper
I'm something like a chick magnet catching all the boppers
We used to ride choppers back in 9-8
Still jammin grey tapes in this Lone Star state
I'm from the place we be sippin on prescription cough syrup
It's some icy white shoes and a tall tee shirt
I got the trunk on crack with neon lights in the back
We still jammin Robert Davis what ya know about that baby

[Chorus 2x]

[Killa Kyleon]
Pulling up holding, got the top folding
Got vogues on my lo' when I got the drop strolling
Got Now 'N' Later paint (paint)
Peter Pan guts (guts)
15's banging I can beat a man up
Big grill in the lady, gat in the waist
See the 5th wheel sleepin when I'm sliding away
Poppin my trunk, you see the lights glowing
Me and Paul Wall leaning, you see the Sprite pouring
It's an H-Town thang when you riding on swangs
In that candy coated frame grippin on that wood grain
You call 'em hoes, we call 'em bops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
Killa!

[Chorus 2x]