Addictive
(专辑: Ballin' Underground - 2002)
Mike Jones, Swishahouse.. 6:00 on the
dot, got's to get paid Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage Buy the
home on hill, clothes out the
cleaners Move 22 inches, on the
X-Beamer Got's to look good, got's to look fresh Hopped out the
shower, baguettes cross my chest 4-5 handy, Lamborgini candy In 21 years, I
knocked down four grammy's I
like to ride long, candy colors on cutters I
know you can't believe it, but the
inside is butter Pelly-Pel sagging then a
wagon, kid's dragging I
got more fire, than Bruce Lee the
Dragon Me and T. Clarence, hopped in the
Hummer Where is Lil' Walty, where is the
Hummer Back on a
mission, Expedition flipping You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep flipping Where is T. Flowers, where is Jamal I
got fo' freaks, so let's start a
freak party Gin and Bacardi, play em like Atari It's just in my nature, that Mike Jones is hardy Red Boy from Rap-A-Lot, I
see you coming through In the
Escalade, on 22's Wearing FUBU, maybe J. Prince I've been putting it down, for H-Town ever since Scarface first came, came to bring pain Got a
purple dropping screens, call it purple rain Mike Jones mayn, I
claim North mayn You can have the
fame, just give me the
change Freestyle off the
mind, bumper kit recline Keep in mine, you don't grind you don't shine I
say that verse a
lot, just to let you boys know You gotta plant the
seed, if you want the
plant to grow Now I'm plexing in the
Lexus, police.. You test me, I'll be in your ... like a
wedgie What's up to the
Twinz, that's in the
A-Town We Gon show you boys, that Swishahouse put it down State to state town to town, hit the
stage we gon clown When I
show we talking bout em grill, they gon frown Me and the
Mad, flipping Gator flipping Jag My Grandma got on me, when I
sag Saginng my jeans, brother sixteen Where is the
do-do, where is the
lean I
feel pretty good, I
just bought the
yellow Gator I
through Sprewells, on the
blue Navigator It's the
Mike Jones, freestyling from the
dome I
might come through, Yellowstone, Acres Home Riding in my drop top, chilling with the
Watts When I
hit the
stage, I'ma give it all I
got Michael Watts chopping, rag tops dropping Girls who didn't cut for me befo', they bopping Where is the
pride, where is the
pull My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming soon Hold up don't worry, put a
lighter up the
room Watch me sweep chasers, without using a
broom If you wanna see me flow, book me for a
show And you'll see, me and Magno go Man I'm freestyling again, spinning it's a
sin Three for the
ten, off a 5
or 6-10 That's a
freeway, Northside Southside we ride blue and grey We might ride red, watch us turn heads Quit all the
plexing, and start stacking bread No time to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna shine It's the
boy Mike Jones, putting it down