[Mike Jones]
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It's Mike Jones, back on the track
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I pack a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
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I wreck a track, title wack
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To make sho' my paper stack
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If I don't grind, then I don't shine
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If I don't shine, I get left behind
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I hit the block, stack a knot
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And shake the spot for one time
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I keep my business on the lo-lo
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'Cause haters snitch and tell the po-po
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I ride solo in my 4-do
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Caren colored coated Volvo
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I wreck the mic everywhere I go
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My name heard everywhere I go
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You tryed to deny but I know you know
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You tryed to deny but I know you know
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If you wanna get me for a show
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Or get me to feature on a flow
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Hit 281-330-8004
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If you wanna get me for a show
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Or get me to feature on a flow
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Hit 281-330-8004
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[Tum-Tum]
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Swang the Pacific in the DSR boat
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I flip a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
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So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya face
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Put on ya shades, VVS's gone glare in ya face
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I rock the mic but I wasn't on tools
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I eat at places where they call me Mustul
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Sit at the table can't read the menu
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Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continue
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Tony Montana style, with a slit in my brows
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See big rocks on the watch, five thou bling-bloaw
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Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie with the rocks
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Look at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
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Tum-T, hood boss, O.G. out the 3
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You would think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
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Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was Jones
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You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the throne
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[Paul Wall]
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When you see me on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind)
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And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
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I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout that green)
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I never roll, I'ma soldier, I'll take one for the team
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Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cash
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Gotta get up off my ass, cause time fly's fast
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Opportunities past but I'm still the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
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Reebok's and white-t's, I'm still the same ol' me (Same ol' me)
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When you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
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And if a gal all in my mix then she a star (She a star)
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Pretty face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shape
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but she don't want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
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I'ma player, I'ma hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
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Candy paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
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Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
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I wonder what them haters think about that ('Bout that)
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[Magnificent]
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I'ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseys
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Bust a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
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Like uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
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From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
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My rims spinnin', when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
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Whip is little, candy paint look like little skittles
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I'm in Dallas on that 635
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I get brain from 6:30 til 6:35
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Make them hoes go-live
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New 4's buck-hide
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Make them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
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After I nut it's like fuck them boppers
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Pull-up, new Maybach truck on choppers
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Glad that I made it, it's never been fun of the struggle
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'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or Ruffles
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Nigga, it's Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
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Fuck it man Perfect Team Part 3
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Nigga
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Perfect Team Pt. 3 (featuring Tum Tum, Paul Wall & Magnificent)
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Mike Jones |