Addictive Lyrics - Singles - Mike Jones

Mike Jones, Swishahouse.. 

[Mike Jones] 

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