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08.05.2007 |
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2. | My 64 (feat. Snoop Dogg & Bun B) |
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sheeea mike jones(jones)
(chorus4x)
turnin heads
turin heads
smokin on the best
(verse1)
sheeeaaa mike jones mike jones(jones jones jones)
i gots to get better man its gots to move own
switch from motorola to a primeco phone
broke into chrome and now you know no dope pigen
use to count my spoke now these hoes count my inches
had to get older man it got colder i done got grown
and gotta chip on my sholder chicks in california
got pussy in pakistan boys dont understand virtual reality caravan
double door marble floor naked hoes around me everytime i come out niggas day wanna sign me got lil will diamond grillers as a friend
blaze in da benz and you cant fo-get da denz boobie diamonds rubys
im watchin on a movie drop the top its cotton and you know im in a
jacuzzi burban and im swervin man its gettin hot my last name jones
drive my tight'um off the lot,mike jones
(chorus4x)
(verse2)
sheeeeaaa mike jones
drop-drop top-top nigga drop it like its hot
drop us a note about da nature of your correction
mike jones in this bitch f**k off hoe wit a decktion
i keep food on the table 24 years old and i got my own lable
mike mike jones jones 281-330-8004
hit mike jones up on da low cause mike jones about to blow 281-330-8004 hit mike jones up on the low cause mike jones about to blow(blow,blow,blow)sheeeaa
(chorus 16x)
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Cruisin down the street in my 6 4
jockin the bitches, slappin a hoe.
Went to the park to get the scoop,
knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some hoops.
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my (who), jockin a (Mike Jones, Jones, Jones)
Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low)
bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's
I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low
I'm hittin sixteen switches watch it stop and hit the floor
I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro
the girls show me love when they panties hit the floor
I said I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro
I got the 6 4 hoppin, watch it stop and do a show
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean, then I rock, (mike jones)
first I lean, then I rock, (i said)
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it,
(because I'm)
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my, (Bun B) jockin a bitch
It's Bun B,
I'm known for slammin cadillac doors
Comin down on that kandy
With them swanger and them 4's
But I got love for the west coast (all day)
so I suppose I'm-a head out to Cali
the land of the low lows
Touchdown to L-A-X and I don't need no car,
Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm-a star,
so to the hood i'm-a go
with mike Jones and Snoop Dogg
and they already know.
Then I get love from the B's,
love from the C's,
Mexican, Asian that's a more of O G's
Throw it up when they see me
and holla Ay Bun
When im comin out as soon as ansy gray one
You might see me at long beach
OR MAYBE PASADENA.
Inglewood i e or West COVINA
a southside ride with the homie big Kun,
car hoppin, top droppin,
the gettin get good when I'm
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the street in my (Snoop Dogg) jockin a bitch
Big Snoop Dogg with a yellow paris hiny
with two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis
shakin and they jumpin cause the deuce keep bouncin
tippin, whippin, thats it, steady dippin
Candy paint drippin and these axels want a sippin
As I shake like a dice game
Cold as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin like a rollin stone
It's Snoop Dogg boy I'm B-B-Bad to the bone
Yea them Cali boyz
We love them low lows
an real car club membas bang they low doors
and take fo tows
See everything is fine
I'm in the 64
A 60 trail a 59
I love my car
like I love my wife
See lowridin aint a sport
its a way of life
On the real though I'll tell you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo creepin slow yo
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[Hook:]
You can ride all day long
Another mike diesel production (Mike Jones)
But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones)
He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can't see (Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cuz you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 1:]
I'm back my music tracks about to sell another meal
My pants they saggin' from them hundred dollar billz
These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steal
These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel
The shit that I'm spittin' the shit that's real
But now I'm like mellow I'm the king of the hill
American dream I'm livin' that for real
Eleven Corvette a nigga tell me how you feel
The diamonds on my teeth and put them on my phantom grill (Smile, ha ha)
[Hook:]
You can ride all day long (Mike Jones)
But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones)
He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can't see (Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cuz you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2:]
I used to get fist by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if u wanna I'ma leave u fucked up
Used to roll hatchback now I'm Cadillac and Benz
Used to roll hatchback now I'm Cadillac and Benz
I used to have homies now I'm like fuck friends
Cause even back then all they did was pretend
Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss
I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that Boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross)(Ha ha ha ha)
[Hook:]
You can ride all day long (Mike Jones)
But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones)
He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can't see (You can't see me baby)
So just walk away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cuz you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 3:]
Hey
Now make it rain
Hey
Now make it rain
Hey
Now make it rain
American dream – album and movie on the way baby (ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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[Chorus:]
I Pull Out The Drop Get Money On The Block Bustaz Wanna Hate Cuz They
Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got
[Repeat]
[Verse 1:]
I Guess They Like The Way I Roll On The Phantom Rolls On 24s Or The Candy Slab With The Top Drop (Or Maybe They See 4s Pokin Out) If Im The Car, Imma Star. O G By The Pound Wit A Brown A Bar. Got X And Weed Got Wat U Need. If U Got The Feed Holla At Ya Boi. Hatas Hate Cuz Im Lookin Great. Cant Get Wat I Got So They Tend To Hate I Pull Out From Da Parkin Lot Drop Da Top And Show Texas Plates. I Said.. Hatas Hate Cuz Im Lookin Great. Cant Get Wat I Got So They Tend To Hate I Pull Out From Da Parkin Lot Drop Da Top And Show Texas Plates. H-Town Thats Wat I Claim, 84s Thats What I Swang. I Took A Mill Out My Bank Account And Used Dat For My Panky Rang.H-Town Thats Wat I Claim, 84s Thats What I Swang. I Took A Mill Out My Bank Account And Used Dat For My Panky Rang
[Chorus:]
I Pull Out The Drop Get Money On The Block Bustaz Wanna Hate Cuz They
Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
I Drink Purple Stuff In Dat White Cup. Jewlry On So Im Iced Up. Shinin Harded Than Boulevard I See Why They Dont Like Us. Candy Cars Thats All I Flip My Mowheel Grain Thats All I Grip. I Roll A Lounge As Many Cross It So When I Hit The Strip I Dont Even Trip. In Da Streets Switchin Lane To Lane In Da Club Imma Make It Rain. Since 24 Been Da Ceo, Us Ice Age We Runnin Thangs I Said.. In Da Streets Switchin Lane To Lane In Da Club Imma Make It Rain. Since 24 Been Da Ceo, Us Ice Age We Runnin Thangs. I Hauld The Lane In My Candy Ride Wit A Pretty Chick On The Passenga Side I Pull Out 745 Wit A 45 45 I Hauld The Lane In My Candy Ride Wit A Pretty Chick On The Passenga Side (I Pull Out 745 Wit A 45 45)
[Chorus:]
I Pull Out The Drop Get Money On The Block Bustaz Wanna Hate Cuz They
Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got, Like What I Got
[Repeat][Fade Out]
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f/ Paul Wall, Slim Thug
[Hook - 2x]
Still tippin' on four vogues, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four vogues, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four vogues, wrapped in four vogues
Pimpin fo' hoes and I'm packin four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creepin look who crawlin still ballin in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga stickin yo' chick
Pullin tricks lookin slick at all times when I'm flippin
Bar sippin car dippin grand woodgrain grippin
Still tippin' on four vogues, wrapped in four vogues
Pimpin fo' hoes and I'm packin four fours
Blowin on that endo, Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint, so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand me cause I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up stayin dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm ridin Sprewells, slidin like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swishahouse, ha!
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
Four vogues I'm tippin', woodgrain I'm grippin
Catch me lane switchin with the paint drippin
Turn yo' neck and yo' dame missin
Me and Slim we ain't trippin, I'm finger flippin and syrup sippin
Like +Do or Die+ I'm "Po' Pimpin," car stop rims keep spinnin
I'm flippin drops with indvisible tops, hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shakin the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme, got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grindin to be a king, it takes grindin to be a king
"First Round Draft Pick" comin, "Who is Mike Jones?" comin
Slab shinin with the grill and woman
Slab shinin 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
[Hook - 2x]
[Paul Wall]
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cause now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawlin similar to a ant cause I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighteen vogues pokin out at the club I'm showin 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
Woodgrain all in my range, drippin stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swishahouse or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he runnin 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 and he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet goin nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holdin my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby, what you know 'bout me
I'm on that five nine south lead baby holla at me
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[Chorus 2X: samples from "Still Tippin'"]
"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"
"Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes 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 80 4's come rollin up
They see that I'm a star, now they wanna sit in my car
Now they wanna count my cheese, smoke my weed 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 oh, eight zero zero fo'
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, geah
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah - because
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me
But now them 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin baller
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 drown yo' whole ass like you Dom P
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 they my name started blowin up quick, now they jumpin on my dick
Cause they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick
But they 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
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