it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
sippin a barre When I'm in the club I put my hoood up like I'm fixin' my car It's Magno Hook x 2: (Mike Jones) Y'all wanna be like Mag but you cant
feet Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts With darts, like HBO watching after dark No love for a mark, even less for a trick That wanna be like Mike, Mike
C:] Yeah, E. Vicious y'knalmtalkinbout? Sweet Jones, Tony Snow All you ole bitch ass niggaz on that ole goofy section of the newspaper Knalmtalkinbout? (Mr
to left Babygirl you look so hot to def Break it down but you don?t break a sweat I can keep up, make you lose your breath Verse 2: (MR. JONES & SING
always knew This broken heart you would help mend You?re the woman of my dreams My search is over All you need is to be loved and cared for Verse 2: (MR. JONES
as we began But its been years and we still going strong Nobody thought we?d go this long But all that mattered is what we thought Pre-chorus Chorus Rap: (MR. JONES
Can you touch me I know you want it, so girl don?t rush me Cause I like to, take it slowly What gets ya hot girl, baby show me Verse 1: (MR. JONES) Tell
that I was trying to play Thought she?d come running back But that was the last day I saw her face My baby?s over me Verse 1: (MR. JONES) I learned
(feat. Hell Rell, Jim Jones, J.R. Writer) [Cam'Ron] See the problem is I ain't goin nowhere Can shoot at me, can stab at me Take your best shot (this
mr mike row phone he live with mrs jones believe in wrecks yer a fucking mess and winners never quit unlucky night for mr mike cuz you cant cop yer soul mr mike
the grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones who Mike Jones who Mike Jones Swisher House and Body
never came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr
YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga
in Cleveland with John James Mike Weaver couldn't handle the press The tickets was ringside, me a preacher With Don, Carol, Tom Jones, Lyndon B. Johnson
the real drank, you niggas need to listen [Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs] Ayyyyyeeeee Ayyyyyeeeee Say Flip Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple
It seems like everybody knows how I get down Know who I be, homie [Obie Trice:] They say Obie Trice gone, look at him Back then I was Mike Jones, who