[Hook x2]
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Still tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
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4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
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Tipping-tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's
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Pimping fo' hoes, and I'm packing fo'
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[Lil' Keke]
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H-Town game colder, Sunday night strip roller
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Diamond mouth Dirty South, legendary slab holder
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Flipping on new vogues, in the parking lot of my shows
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Might be macking on two hoes, and I'm tipping on 4-4's
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Touch the button scoot back, automatic roof cracked
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Fill your cup windows up, I could bulletproof that
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Candy paint Southside, a wood grain wheel guider
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Hit the switch raise it up, bring it back shoot fire
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Beat the trunk let it bang, let them boppers do they thang
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Bust a right hit my lights, catch him in the turning lane
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Pull up like a boss man, driving with my floss hand
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Bass hitting hard in the trunk, like a church band
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Don Ke' you know it's on, Big Po' Mike Jones
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Big rims big chrome, in and out your time zone
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Hustlers get your swang on, gangstas let it roll
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I'm tipping on 4-4's, and I'm riding under control what
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[Hook x2]
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[Mike Jones]
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4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
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Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping, turn your neck and yo' dame missing
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Me and Slim we ain't tripping, I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
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Like Do or Die I'm Po' Pimpin, car stop rims keep spinning
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I'm flipping drops with invisible tops, hoes bop when my drop step out
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I'm shaking the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens
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My gasoline always supreme, got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
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It takes grinding to be a king, it takes grinding to be a king
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"First Round Draft Picks" coming, "Who is Mike Jones?" coming
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Slab shining with the grill and woman, slab shining with the grill and woman
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I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, the one and only you can't clone me
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Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phony
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Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
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Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
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Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me (I said)
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Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me
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[Hook x2]
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[Big Pokey]
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I'm sitting on 4-4's, fo' point stands like a bulldog
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Blue lens headlights, horse power under the hood y'all
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Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall
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Roof pushed back when the six crawl, tip in the motor I ditch laws
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Do' slammer rimmed up, driveway decorated
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Fo' hammers stash spots, everywhere niggaz hating
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Off the gut raise it up, Afghan blaze it up
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Park the car play the truck, meet the Rican weight it up
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Po' it up shake it up, fo' 15's trying to break it up
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Slab riding with the hockey game, I be the nigga that'll take the Cup
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State to state pulling up, like a hamstring they know Dina
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International worldwide, cool but not no hoe neither
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It's pimping here I'm a hoe bleeder, jet black fo'-fo' heater
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4-4's on four vogues, weed stashed in the do' speaker
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On Boulevards I'm a slow creeper, hog the lane like the trash truck
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Dog I chase these fast bucks, niggaz better get they cash up
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[Hook x2]
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Still Tippin' (Remix)
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Lil' Keke |