Addictive

Mike Jones, Swishahouse.. [Mike Jones] 6:00 on the dot, got's to get paid Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage Gotta hold my nina, clothes out the cleaners Threw 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 loud, candy colors on cutters I know you can't believe it, but the inside is butter Pelly-Pel sagging Bentley wagon, kit dragging I got more fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon Me and T. Farris, hopped in the Hummer Where is Lil' Walter, where is the Hunter Back on a mission, Expedition flipping You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep flipping Where is T. Flowers, where is Jamory 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 naughty 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 drop with screens, call it purple rain Mike Jones my name, I claim North Main You can have the fame, just give me the change Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline Keep in mind, 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, holdin Smith and Wesson.. 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 my 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 popped a 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 It's dark, don't worry, I'm finna light up the room Watch me sweep Texas, 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, spending's my sin Three for the ten, I-45 or 6-10 That's the 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 niggas wanna shine It's the boy Mike Jones, putting it down