Mike Jones Lyrics

Mike Jones Lyrics

"Cuttin' (Remix) Lyrics"

Tuning In Lyrics
you may be in london,waiting on a train you may be in paris, dancing on a stage or shooting the curl in bali or down south drinking sweet tea you may be glued to the television as happy as larry you may be a docter, giving up the ghost you may be a short order cook, fixing grits and toast whenever wherever whoever you are let it be plain too see i

[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!!
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"

[Intro: samples and scratching]
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we platinum bond, is too late trying to stop us now"

[Mike Jones]
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup, diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up
Lik
Tu Vacio Lyrics
TODO LO QUE HAGO ES POR TI TODO LO QUE TENGO ME LO HAS DADO TODAS TUS PALABRAS SON DE AMOR MI UNICO REFUGIO SON TUS BRAZOS TODOS MIS DESEOS SON DE TI TODO EN MI PRESENTE Y MI PASADO TODO LO QUE QUIERO ES DARTE AMOR TODO LO QUE SE ES QUE TE AMO NADA ME HACE VER MAS QUE TU LUZ NADA ME CAUTIVA COMO TU NADIE MAS ME IMPORTA NADIE MAS Y DE REPENTE
e Lil' Jon I keep it crunk, got beef with me I'ma 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 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
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
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

[Chorus 2X: samples]
"You got drank,
Thing Called Love Lyrics
Don't have to humble yourself to me I ain't your judge or your king And baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba And we may not even have our dignity, no This could be just a prideful thing But baby, we can choose you know, we ain't no amoebas But CHORUS: Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't
well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it up"
"You got dank let's blow it up, when my album drop I'ma sew it up"

[Mike Jones]
You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser
I hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face
Back then to get my dough I was flippin yapes for the papes
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
Carolina (I Remember You) Lyrics
The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching from horizon to horizon I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand sp
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 fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when my album drop
So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y'all helped me out

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
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
Befo' I got a major deal I was underground stackin green

[Chorus]



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