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Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!Who? Mike Jones, Jones!My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'Swishahouse we cuttin' the finestTwo ladies on the covers nowSwishahouse we cuttin' the finestTwo ladies on the covers nowSwishahouse we cuttin' the finestTwo ladies on the covers nowSwishahouse we cuttin' the finestTwo ladies on the covers nowI keep that purple stuff, in my cupDiamonds shine from princess cutsI stay on the grind, stackin' bucksI'ma major now fin' to fuck it upTwenty-fo's when I roll upPurple drink gon' po' it upFind a block then sew it upYou claim a set then throw it upLike Lil' Jon I keep it crunkLetras de cancionesGot beef with me I'ma pop the trunkLike Pastor Troy I'm ridin' bigTo the club, blowin' skunkMike Jones and I'm on the riseEighty-four's pokin' out of my rideMy name alone can't be deniedMy name alone can't be denied281-330-8004Hit Mike Jones up on the low'Cause Mike Jones about to blow281-330-8004Hit Mike Jones up on the low'Cause Mike Jones about to blowIf you don't work, you don't eatYou don't grind, you don't shineSo the next time you come up to meAnd ask how I blew put that on yo' mindIf you don't work, you don't eatYou don't grind, you don't shineSo the next time you come up to meAnd ask how I blew put that on yo' mindYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upWhen my album doubles, roll it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou know me, I'm 'bout that paperNo time to deal with hatersScreens fall in Navigators'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaserA hater I will eraseIf he come trippin' to my faceBack then look in my do'I was flippin' yapes for the papesI swang from lane to laneWith one hand on the woodgrainThe other hand on my cupSippin' that purple stuffH-Town, Houston TexasWe jam music screwed upYou better throw your shades onWhen I show my princess cuts'Cause I used to hustle hard on my blockLaws got hot so I shook the spotStarted rappin' to stack a knotSeven months later name got hotNow I'm fin' to take it to the topI'ma run this shit when my album dropAll you haters hatin' on meThanks a lot y'all helped me outYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upSo all you haters hatin' on meThanks a lot y'all helped me outYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upSo all you haters hatin' on meThanks a lot y'all helped me outI come through on all four'sCartier tic-tac-toeCandy red with the butter flowsI got friends but mainly foesI got candy color on butter non-stoppersI call 'em cuttersFrom 12 to 12 I'm a hustlerThat came up, from a struggleI hustle from noon to nightWhen I step in a room you see iceI'm on my grind puttin' it downSo I can live my life rightI stay on the scene, lookin' clean24's roll while I'm droppin' screensBefo' I got a major dealI was underground stackin' greenYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upWhen my album doubles, roll it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upYou claim a set then throw it upYou got drank, well, po' it upWhen my album doubles, roll it up From Letras Mania