Still Tippin' (michael Watts Chopped Up Remix) Lyrics - Mike Jones

[Chorus: x2] 

Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours 

Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four volks 

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours 

Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four volks 

[Slim Thug] 

Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix 

It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick 

Pulling tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping 

Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping 

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours 

Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours 

Blowing on the 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 staying 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 riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade 

I got it made the big boss of the north 

Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!) 

[Chorus: x2] 

[Mike Jones] 

Four Fours I'm tippin' 

Wood grain I'm gripping 

Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping 

Turn your neck and your dank missing 

Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping 

Like do or die I'm pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning 

I'm flipping drop with invisible tops 

Hoes bop when my drop step out 

I'm shaking the block with four eighteens' 

Candy green with eleven screens 

My gasoline always supreme 

Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean 

It takes grinding to be a king 

It takes grinding to be a king 

First Round Draft Picks coming 

Who is Mike Jones coming 

Slab shining with the grill and woman 

Slab shining with the grill and woman 

I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't cloan 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 

[Chorus: x2] 

[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 crawling 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 eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing 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 

Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes 

Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast 

Mike Jones he running 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 he wrote a check and bought a drop 

I got the internet going nuts 

But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts 

It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me 

I'm on that five nine Southle baby holla at me 

[Chorus: x2]