Another Dollar

(专辑： Phenomenon - 1997)

AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens

I'm the king
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uh, I'm staying rich and keep the haters bitching
From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickening
Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
I got to rewrite this macking game, baby
Laying in the barber shop, knowing haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
But I got lesbo combos riding stick-shifts
For no chips, I'm seeing 4 to 8 lips
Let me tell ya 'bout my lifestyle, players and chips, sick
Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
Miraculous
Lyrical swiftness
Practice this, stop being actresses
On mattresses with your legs up in the air
Splash the crisp, John Micks, a millionaire

Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar

My fortune 500 is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the costliest
Feel the force of this
Lyrical arsonist
Hotter than a yacht with rottweilers
Chicks in choppers with they thong sitting proper
The crisp poppa bringing drama like soap operas
The showstopper if you players don't flow proper
I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
Wondering why cats front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y'all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Supercalla, never mind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar

I'm the MC that you strive to be
Competition is dead, 'cause ain't none of y'all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
So save all the goodfella shit for Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
The many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head nodding like dope is in your vein
Hail to the King Cajone jing-a-ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
I wreck havoc, do damage
Don't have it
Uh huh, techniques up to par
Yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
Chick soup too
Hitting me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'cause she acting bourgeois

Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar

Ah man, it's hard being the King, baby
But someone's gotta do it, ha-ha