Still Tippin' Lyrics - The Mix Tape Messiah - Chamillionaire

Come on 

Still tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Pimpin' four **** and I'm packin four fours 

Now look who creepin', look who crawlin', still ballin' in the mix 

Is that 6'6, long **** slim *****, stickin' your chick 

Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick at all times when I'm flippin' 

Bar sippin', car dippin', Grant Wood grain grippin' 

Still tippin' on four Vouges rapped in four fours 

Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin four fours 

Blowin' on that *****, Game Cube Nintendo 

Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window 

These ***** don't understand me 'cause I'm Boss Hog on candy 

Top down at Maxis with a big ***** 9 handy 

Peaced up, creased up, stayin' dressed to impress 

Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell N Ess 

Oh, Gucci shades up on my brades when I escalade 

When I'm ridin', Spreewheels slidin' like a escapade 

I got it made the big boss of the north, 

Ain't **** changed, I still represent Swisha House, ha 

Still tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Pimpin' four **** and I'm packin' four fours 

Four four's I'm tippin', wood grain, I'm grippin' 

Catch me lane switchin' with the paint drippin' 

Turn your neck and your dame missin', me and Slim, we ain't trippin' 

I'm finger-flippin' and syrup sippin', like do or die, I'm hoe pimpin' 

Car stop, rims keep spinnin' I'm flippin' drops with invisible tops 

**** 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 dough, dough to burn with a pint of lean 

It takes a grinda to be a king, it takes a grinda to be a king 

First-round draft peace 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 of haters and a lot homies, some are friends and some phony 

Back then, **** didn't want me, now I'm hot, **** all on me 

Back then, **** didn't want me, now I'm hot, **** all on me 

Back then, **** didn't want me, now I'm hot, **** all on me 

I said back then, **** didn't want me, now I'm hot, **** all on me 

Still tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Pimpin' four **** and I'm packin' four fours 

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 an ant 'cause I'm low to the earth 

People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth 

I got 84's pokin' out at the club, I'm showin' out 

I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, **** wanna know what I'm bout 

Biggest diamonds off in my mouth, princess cuts all in my chain 

Wood grain all in my Range, drippin' stains when I switch lanes 

Switch the name is still the same, Swisha House or Swisha Blast 

Mike Jones, he runnin' the game and magnificent 'bout his cash 

******* *****, 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 Pharis got my back so now I'm holding my **** 

It's Paul Wall, baby, what you know 'bout me 

I'm on that 5-9 Southle baby, holla at me 

Still tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Tippin' on four fours, rapped in four Vouges 

Pimpin' four **** and I'm packin' four fours