Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Tippin', artist - Mike Jones. Album song The American Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Still Tippin' |
Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours |
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four fours |
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours |
Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours |
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix |
It’s that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick |
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I’m flipping |
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping |
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four fours |
Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours |
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo |
Five percent tint so you can’t see up in my window |
These niggas don’t understand cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy |
Top down at Maxi’s wit a big Glock nine handy |
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress |
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness |
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade |
When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade |
I got it made the big boss of the north |
Ain’t **** changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!) |
Four Fours I’m tippin' |
Wood grain I’m gripping |
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping |
Turn your neck and your dame missing |
Me and Slim we ain’t tripping I’m finger flipping and syrup sipping |
Like do or die I’m pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning |
I’m flipping drop with invisible tops |
Hoes bop when my drop step out |
I’m shaking the block with four eighteens' |
Candy green with eleven screens |
My gasoline always supreme |
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean |
It takes grinding to be a king |
It takes grinding to be a kin |
First Round Draft coming |
Who is Mike Jones coming |
Slab shining with the grill and woman |
Slab shining with the grill and woman |
I’m Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can’t clone me |
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony |
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me |
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me |
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me |
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me |
What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ |
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp |
I’m crawling similar to a ant cuz I’m low to the earth |
People’s feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth |
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I’m showing out |
I’m a player ain’t no doubt hoes want to know what I’m bout |
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain |
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes |
Switched the name It’s still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast |
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash |
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top |
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop |
I got the internet going nuts |
But T. Farris got my back so now I’m holding my nuts |
It’s Paul Wall baby what you know bout me |
I’m on that five nine south lead baby holla at me |