Lyrics Cuttin' - Mike Jones

Cuttin'

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 finest
It’s too late trying to stop us now
Swishahouse we cuttin the finest
It’s too late trying to stop us now
Swishahouse we cuttin the finest
It’s too late trying to stop us now
Swishahouse we cuttin the finest
It’s too late trying to stop us now
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup
Diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks
Im major now finna fuck it up
24's when I roll up, purple drink gon' pour it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I’mma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I’m «Ridin' Big»
To the club, blowin skunk
I’m Mike Jones and I’m on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can’t be denied, my name alone can’t be denied
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 zero zero 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 zero zero 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
If you don’t work, you don’t eat
You don’t grind, you don’t shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You know me, I’m 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser
A hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face
Back then look in my door I was flippin yay for the pape
I swang from lane to lane with one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff
H-Town Houston Texas we jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts
Cause I — used to hustle hard on my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin to stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot
Now I’m finna take it to the top I’mma run this shit when my album drop
So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y’all helped me out
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes
I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I’m a hustler that came up, from a struggle
I hustle from noon to night, when I step in a room you see ice
I’m on my grind puttin it down so I can live my life right
I stay on the scene, lookin clean, 24's roll while I’m droppin screens
Before I got a major deal I was underground stackin green
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up
You got drank, well pour it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got dank let’s blow it up
When my album stop I’ma slow it up