Mike Jones

Mike Jones

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  • Mike Jones We Ballin' Lyrics

           

    [Mike Jones]
    Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J's
    My sticky green European, with DVD on play
    My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind
    Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine
    I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it
    20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's in the back
    I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack
    I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar
    Candy red, on fo's and choppers
    Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper
    And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers
    When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous
    When they see my slab, they all scream contagious
    I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted
    Watching TV's in it, so you won't see me in it
    Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it
    Cause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner
    Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie
    I pull up in a slab, that'll knock out Rocky
    I'm a baller baby, shot caller baby
    In the Lex having sex, 20's crawling baby
    I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag
    It's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb rag
    But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)
    And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining
    My fo's are magnificent, ask Magnificent
    My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening
    I'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn
    I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain
    Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head
    If I ain't getting that bitch head, I'm getting that bitch bread
    Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala
    You ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low and swalla
    I'm swerving in a Excursion, with three fo' pound birds
    Now let's freestyle, I show my platinum smile
    Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome
    I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong
    On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky
    You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti
    I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing
    And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo' in
    Showing off, it's the Mike Jones ain't got a job
    But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob
    Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower
    You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder
    Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer
    Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper
    Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong

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