Lyrics Turning Lane - Mike Jones

Turning Lane

I’m holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
Piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
TV screens rain in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
I’m gettin brain from yo’dame in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
I’m holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
My candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
Them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane — in the turnin lane
I got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin;
in the turnin lane
Diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin;
in the turnin lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl;
in the turnin lane
You know me, I ain’t trippin 'bout the laws;
in the turnin lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow;
to the turnin lane
Whip lookin like it’s in a car show;
in the turnin lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow;
in the turnin lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes;
in the turnin lane
While I’m waitin I blow green and sip lean;
in the turnin lane
Seems like this light ain’t gon’never turn green;
in the turnin lane
But I ain’t rushin because I got time, try to keep up behind
and I’ma hit ya with that nine;
see in the turnin lane
Piece and chain icy rang showin;
in the turnin lane
Show my grills and diamonds start glowin;
in the turnin lane
I’m jammin Screw music while I’m waitin;
in the turnin lane
Who is Mike Jones?
anticipated;
in the turnin lane
I’ll leave some cats aside quick;
in the turnin lane
Them boys really think they’re slick;
in the turnin lane
But if they even try trippin;
in the turnin lane
I’ma have to empty out my clip;
in the turnin lane
I keep my eyes wide open;
in the turnin lane
Me and my infrared dot scopin;
in the turnin lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I’m lookin great
Don’t wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and I’ll run yo 'plate
I’m Mike Jones — WHO?
Mike Jones, from the Dirty South
They say my grill clean so you know I ain’t got no dirty mouth
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
I ride on the swang, I grip on woodgrain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin lane
I got Escalade ESV’s in my drop I watch DVD’s
Now I’m hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me;
in the turnin
lane
But befo’all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stackin change, I did it to have thangs
Now I’m in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin
I got diamonds in my grill, you can’t tell when I’m grinnin;
in the turnin lane
Befo’I got on a major, I was underground stackin that paper
Career pimps players and hustlers don’t mess with them haters
My album — Who is Mike Jones in ya sto'
My album — Who is Mike Jones in ya sto'- cause