| Might see me flippin' in with the top pushed back
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| Took off my Roc-A-Wear and threw on my throw-back
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| Do’Do I blow dat cuz I’m who? |
| Mike Jones
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| Who-Who Mike Jones, Who-Who Mike Jones
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| I come threw ya hood and I’m bouta rock the block
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| When I add 22's and subtract the rag-top
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| I got the candy paint shinin' on the 5 or 6 hundred
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| 4−8-4−18's dumpin' so I know you hear me comin'
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| My album, Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
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| My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
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| I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
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| T-Fast right behind me in a candy lambo'
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| Rambo is who I act like, on a dude I get’s like
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| Now I’m in the spot-light, platinum teeth shinin' bright
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| When I speak, hoes weap
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| Haters know they can’t compete
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| With Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones
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| I got love for all my fans that’s jammin' my shit
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| DJ’s don’t stop, keep playin' my shit
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| In the club, keep em'-keep em' crunked up
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| Don’t step in the club if you ain’t gettin' fucked up
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| I’m talkin' bout gettin throw’d
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| Ridin-ridin' 84's
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| Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit cuz I got suicide do’s
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| Lil mama spread ya legs
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| Before that gimme head
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| Before I let you fuck you gotta suck my 3rd leg
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| Cuz Mike Jones is the one and only
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| Yall niggaz can’t clone me
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| Get off my dick, get ya own style and quit being phony
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| Hoes on me cuz I’m real
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| When I smile platinum grill
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| Candy paint wood-wheel
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| Spreewell’s on my 5th wheel
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| I’m the don, you the son
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| You number 2, I’m #1
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| With 23's sittin' under me
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| In plushed seats, poke’mon seats
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| First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones
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| First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones comin'
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| Now I got that off my mind
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| Barba-kit watch it fall down
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| SwishaHouse we platinum bound
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| It’s to late try and stop us now
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| Lemme get back up on the flow
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| Had a fro' but cut it low
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| To the wood, fo' bust fo'
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| Is what I claim until I go
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| Got much love for Boss Hogg
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| Chamillionaire and Paul Wall
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| Like Yao Ming I stand tall
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| You got screens well let em' fall
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| You got drank well po' it up
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| You claim a set then throw it up
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| You got dank let’s blow it up
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| When my album come I’ma sow it up
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| Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones-Jones
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| Mike-Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones |