[Mike Jones]
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I can't lie, a lot of girls come at me fine
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Looking like a million bucks, but ain't worth a dime
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Swishahouse/Swishablast, is the label I claim
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Now I got a lot of fame, girls screaming my name
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I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones-Jones
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That had to grind alone, so I'ma shine alone
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I ain't shine overnight, had to grind and get it right
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Now I'm hot, girls wanna display me in the light
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Cause I'm balling now, but where was y'all at
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When I was crawling, far from balling
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Trying to get out the ghetto, taking Penitentiary chances
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On the block moving dope, keeping my rap dreams and hopes
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Swishahouse helped me, nonbelievers left me
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Now the same, nonbelievers respect me
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But anyway, I'm peeping floozies on the real
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Bopping-bopping off the princess cuts, hanging off my ear
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I can tell she a bopper, she can't look at me straight
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Without staring at my dropper, Mike Jones
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I can tell she a bopper, she can't look at me straight
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Without staring at my dropper, Mike Jones
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So I proceed, to let her tease me thinking she
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Gon run game, on a O.G. like me
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We head back to the room
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Hey ma, I know you heard Straight to the Room
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If so let's go to the Motel, hit Magno on my Nextel
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Another dumb bitch, oh well
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Yo Mag' (what up), I fucked (what else)
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And she sucked (fa sho), and then we got it on tonight
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Hey Ma
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Mike Jones |