Turning Lane... - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Turning Lane...
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Anthony Sears, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah!

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, 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'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'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, 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'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 ride on the swang, I grip on woodgrain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin' lane
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, 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'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

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Don'T Let The Joneses Get You Down - Lyrics - Temptations

Title: Don'T Let The Joneses Get You Down
Artist: Temptations
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Lyric:
Ow, people gather round me
It's whom it may concern
I'm not trying to run your life
But you're never too old to learn

Stop worrying about your neighbors
And the fancy things they got
'Cause if you do you'll find it sure
You're gonna wind up on the spot

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down
One more time

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down

You may not believe it
But nine times out of ten it's true
The people you're trying to keep up with
Are trying to keep up too

Remember that old saying
"All that glitters ain't gold"
Take heed, don't ignore it
Until your money time will hold, oh

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down
Hear me now, now

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down

You're lying to yourself
But you don't even know it
You're so busy following the Joneses
You ain't got time to show it

Keeping up with the Joneses
It'll only makes your life a mess
Bill collectors, tranquilizers
And getting deeper in debt

You better leave
The Joneses alone
Tell 'em one more time
You better leave, oh leave
The Joneses alone

Joneses got a new car today
Here's what you should say
Hurray for the Joneses
Instead you worry till your whole head turns gray
Worry 'bout the Joneses

Remember it's their car and they're the ones who had to pay
So leave Jo-jo-joneses alone
Listen, your car might be old
But remember it never fails to get you where you want to go

Oh, don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down
Hear me now, now

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down

You're doing fine
Don't let the Joneses get you down

Now listen, if you see something you want
And you know you can't afford it
The very next thing for you to do is
Start saving towards it

The Joneses have been a downfall
For many persons, you see
So people, take my advice
And let the Joneses be

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down
Hear me now, now

Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Jones
Don't let the Joneses
Get you down, oh down

You're doing fine
Don't let the Joneses get you down
You're doing fine
Don't let the Joneses get you down

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The Jones' - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: The Jones'
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan Kendal Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Don't let the Jones' get you down
Get you down
Don't let the Jone's get you down

Thinkin' well it's the niggaroe back with my crew
Now what you wanna do
The Jones', we on this, mic
So we'll fight to the finish

But I don't need spinach for me to do this
Pride in givin' niggas pop eyes, I'm large as Buddhist
Rappers wanna be down, 'cause they think that I'm better than
They, but I'll be okay solo like the letterman

Use my common sense to boom shalaklak boom
Then lock the room, get busy as I get busy
Sayin "Don't let the Jones' get you"
But I'll hit you where it hurts, made you relapse in curves

When I throw verbs and nouns, any sound that I spit up
I have battle rappers usin' they clappers
Because they don't wanna get up
They all wanna be like me, and so they rewrite

Them wackass raps that they make and try to fake
So I break bones and holler "Jones' forever"
Cleverest shit around
But don't ever let us get you down

Well, everybody says, "'Mad, what are the Jones'?"
Well, let's see, it's a posse, true, and it's a crew
But not really, so what I'm gonna do
Is combine 'em all and find a title that'll fit
We're a group of money makers from the west that be runnin' shit

Fly like a discus, don't miss this, 'cause it's me, and
I win fights with more mic energy than a preamp
They listen to Ahmad and the Jones' in here rock
And roll with soul, then wanna copy like a Xerox

'Cause I mic check
And never once sound like Das at all
From a superman crew, so I do the impossible
Droppin' y'all whack crews like missiles, then I whistle

Kendal'll bring the 808 until the party say, "The great
'Mad is the king of the ring," because I bring
Funk that shakes the ground
But don't ever let us get you down

And everybody wanna be like us
I think it's 'cause we on this mic
We're the Jones', so
Don't let the Jones' get you down

Kick it, I'm back, never can lose, I'm the man when I wanna
Might gruff on rappers get ran like Jackie Joyner
The Jones' everybody wanna be us, they be jockin'
'Cause we rockin' the boat and in control like a remote

So I pack a 38 page rap book, put your gun away
And yell 'truce' before I have to get loose and run away
With the title I've already won, don't mean to brag
Kendal blew up like a rocket, and I get down like a sag

I nag rappers that don't follow my lead, and if they need
Assistance they get dragged the distance in a bag
The Jones' for life, throw up a J if they ever say
Who's runnin' this town but don't ever let us get you down

Don't let the Jones' get you down

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A Thing Goin On - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: A Thing Goin On
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Cary Grant Gilbert, Leon Huff, Artis Ivey, Oji Pierce

Lyric:
We meet every single day at the same old place
At the same old time, with the same state of mind
Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
We just happy for the time, the weed and the wine

The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be right from the very start
'Cause I got obligations and she's in the situation
That she came to state so this is our fate

Holding hands, a smile, a glance
A kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

The very first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her direction
For some closer inspection

I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture
The feeling she gave me was more than I could measure
And right away I knew I had to have her with me
If not with me, then maybe just to hit me

She got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk
And the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone

Now, tell me what love got to do with it?
Loc, as we both feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
But me and Mrs. Jones got a thing goin' on

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other
We're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
But her life is not revolved around how revolving

I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasy
But deep down inside we know that we could never be
Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar

When all of a sudden right out of the blue
My lady got a clue on what we was up to
And wait a minute, damn, from what I understand
It seems that my woman's been talking to her man

Since we both in love with the people at home
It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
'Cause I got a woman and she's got a man
So that's how it goes and that's how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, oh yeah

We used to meet at the same place, same time
Used to sit and talk it over, talk it over

Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

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A Thing Going On - Lyrics - Coolio

Title: A Thing Going On
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Cary Grant Gilbert, Leon Huff, Artis Ivey, Oji Pierce

Lyric:
We meet every single day at the same old place
At the same old time, with the same state of mind
Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
We just happy for the time, the weed and the wine

The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be right from the very start
'Cause I got obligations and she's in the situation
That she came to state so this is our fate

Holding hands, a smile, a glance
A kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

The very first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her direction
For some closer inspection

I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture
The feeling she gave me was more than I could measure
And right away I knew I had to have her with me
If not with me, then maybe just to hit me

She got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk
And the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone

Now, tell me what love got to do with it?
Loc, as we both feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
But me and Mrs. Jones got a thing goin' on

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other
We're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
'Cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
But her life is not revolved around how revolving

I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasy
But deep down inside we know that we could never be
Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar

When all of a sudden right out of the blue
My lady got a clue on what we was up to
And wait a minute, damn, from what I understand
It seems that my woman's been talking to her man

Since we both in love with the people at home
It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
'Cause I got a woman and she's got a man
So that's how it goes and that's how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, oh yeah

We used to meet at the same place, same time
Used to sit and talk it over, talk it over

Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

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Casey Jones (The Brave Engineer) - Lyrics - Eddy Arnold

Title: Casey Jones (The Brave Engineer)
Artist: Eddy Arnold
Composer(s): Eddie Newton, Seiber

Lyric:
Come all you rounders, if you wanna hear
The story 'bout a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On a 68 wheeler, boys, he won his fame

The caller called Casey at a half past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
Mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
And it took his final trip to the Promised Land

Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Casey Jones with the orders in his hand
Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
And it took his final trip to the Promised Land

Put in your water and shovel your coal
Put your head out the window watch the drivers roll
I'll run her till she leaves the rails
'Cause I made hours late with the western mail

He looked at his watch but the watch was slow
He looked at the water and the water was low
He looked at the fireman and then he said
"We're gonna reach Frisco Buffalo'd be dead"

Casey Jones gonna reach Frisco
Casey Jones Buffalo'd be dead
Casey Jones we're gonna reach Frisco
We're gonna reach Frisco Buffalo'd be dead

Casey pulled up that Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones

He pulled up within two miles of the place
There number four stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, said, "Boy, you'd better jump
'Cause there's two locomotives that are going to bump"

Casey Jones two locomotives
Casey Jones that's going to bump
Casey Jones two locomotives
There's two locomotives that's going to bump

Casey said just before he died
"There're two more roads that I'd like to ride"
The fireman said, "Would that be
The Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe"

Mrs. Jones sat at on her bed a sighin'
Just to see the message that Casey was dyin'
Go to bed children and stop your cryin'
'Cause daddy's still a ridin' that heavenly line

Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Casey Jones with the orders in his hand
Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
And it took his final trip to the Promised Land

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Flossin' - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Flossin'
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Glenn Phillip Jones, Timothy Allen, Michael Banks, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones, Jones
Mike Jones, Jones

I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah
I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah

Li'l daddy, you can tell I'm ballin'
From the way I'm flossin' 84's, I am crawlin'
Screens fallin' as I slide up and down your block
With a chain full of rocks and princess cuts in my watch

[Incomprehensible] I'm hot now, a lot of people callin'
But back then they left Mike Jones crawlin'
I'm risin' they fallin' 'cuz I stayed up on my grind
Didn't have time to whine had to put it [Incomprehensible]

I'm Mike Jones
(Who?)
Mike Jones
(Who?)
Mike Jones, Jones and I'm a stay puttin' it down
Until the end, pimpin' pens
Tryin' to put a brand new Benz in the wind 'cuz

I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah
I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah

I pull up in a drop top holdin' grain
Parkin' lot pimpin' mayne, I ain't even trippin' mayne
Screens rain as I slide up and down the block
Ride daily holdin' glock 'cuz I know haters plot

You might see me SUV on 24's
Or I might be flippin', tippin' on 4 vogues
Mike Jones, a lot people now mad 'cuz I'm hot
But they gon' be even madder when that jag leave the lot

I stay grindin' so I can stay ballin'
'Cuz Lord know's I can't picture me fallin', I'm crawlin'
Candy paint on 4's doggin' all these ho's
You handlin' the road in my wide body load

I'm a baller shot caller, 20 inch crawler
Catch me on the highway or about to tear the mall up
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?' comin' soon
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?' comin' soon 'cuz

I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah
I stay flossin' in that candy paint
Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers
Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah

I'm pimpin', flippin' that candy paint
Lane switchin', sippin' that purple drank
Screen fallin', dubs crawlin'
I guess that's why the girls keep callin'
My phone I roam and hop in my Maybach
Haters knock 'cuz we on the grind and they not

Big Moe and Mike Jones
(Who?)
Mike Jones
(Who?)
Mike Jones
(Who?)
Mike Jones, Jones
Swisha House and the Wreckshop
Big Moe and Mike Jones finna Wreckshop

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Got It Sewed Up - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Got It Sewed Up
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Michael Jones, Salih Williams

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Lyric:
Mike Jones
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Geah, Mike Jones
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds)

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot

Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts

I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin' time by talkin' down

You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin' bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green

Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw

Michael Watts, he choppin' it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin' it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up

I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin' grands
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan

2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip

I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
'Cause Mike Jones is in the streets

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

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Basketball Jones - Lyrics - Greatest Hit - Cheech And Chong

Title: Basketball Jones
Album: Greatest Hit
Artist: Cheech And Chong
Composer(s): C Marin, T Chong

Lyric:
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'
In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood
Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball
And I loved that basketball
I took that basketball with me everywhere I went
That basketball was like a basketball to me

I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night
I need help, ladies and gentlemens
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me

At the free-throw line of life, someone I can pass to
Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go
And not end up in the popcorn machine
So cheerleaders, help me out

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Oh, that sounds so sweet, sing it out
C'mon coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me
That be bad, honky, yeah
I want everybody in the whole stadium
To stand up and sing with us

Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud
All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast
Sing along with us, Bill Russell, sing along with us
Chick Hearn, sing along with us
Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'

Oh, it feels so good, gimme the ball
I'll go one on one against the world, left-handed
I could stuff it from center court with my toes
I could jump on top of the backboard
Take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change
I could, I could dribble behind my back
I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad

I could dribble with my tongue
Here I go down court, try to stop me
You can't stop me 'cause I got a Basketball Jones
Here I come that's my hook shot with my eyebrow
Yeah, I could dunk it with my nose
I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball
I'm hot, I'm hot as, I'm hot as, I'm hot as, uh uh, uh, uh, uh

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
...

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Got It Sewed Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Got It Sewed Up (Remix)
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Michael Jones, Salih Williams

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Lyric:
Mike Jones
(Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Geah, Mike Jones
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds)

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimpin' hard in the parkin' lot

Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint, fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts

I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wastin' time by talkin' down

You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin' bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
On the microphone I shine and glow
I scream my name 'til the day I go
I hit the scene, 'llac candy green

Or candy blue when I'm with my crew
I represent, we drink and screw
I represent, we drink and screw

Michael Watts, he choppin' it up
Cocaine, I'm rockin' it up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up
Yo' gal fine, I'm knockin' her up

I got a plan, got in demand
Now hit the road and start stackin' grands
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan
I'm runnin' the game with my masterplan

2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
That's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

Purple drank I'ma grip and sip
Anything illegal you know I'll flip
I roll the slab with my pistol grip
Diamonds shine from behind my lip

I hit the club a hundred deep
With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks
On the mic you can't compete
'Cause Mike Jones is in the streets

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

I'm grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Causin' pain in the turnin' lane
In 7 months I'm runnin' the game
Just ask the streets what is my name?

Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

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My 64 - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: My 64
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Jermany V James, Michael A Jones, Bernard James Freeman, Salih Williams, O'Shea Jackson, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Eric E Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones Jones)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low
I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor
I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

First I lean, then I rock
(Mike Jones!)
First I lean, then I rock
I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors
Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's
But I got love for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know

That I get love from the B's, love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's
Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!?
When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina
I?m Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun
Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room

When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin?
Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin?

Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I?m sippin?
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone
An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I love my wife
See low ridin? ain?t a sport it?s a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch

Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life
It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

You gotta put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise
That?s the tires, you understand me
You gotta put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you understand me
It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta drop the top
You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have a beat
And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the b-sack
That's how it's gotta go down man
That?s real lowridin?, you understand me

From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'
We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

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One For The Money - Lyrics - Liquidizer - Jesus Jones

Title: One For The Money
Album: Liquidizer
Artist: Jesus Jones
Composer(s): Mike Edwards

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Lyric:
Well, I don't know about you
But there's not a lot that I wanna do
Oh, I could get a job in a bank
No, I don't think so

But I've seen the ad, I want the car
And all the things that make life just fine
Don't they? Don't they?
And if you can have it, I can have it
All that's yours can surely be mine

And it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
Take a look around and see you're not alone
Oh, it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
'Cause [Incomprehensible]

Money wasn't meant for the poor
And it's truer now than ever before
You either have it or you don't
So where do you fit?

It's never never when you need it
Always always when you don't but that's life
And I really wouldn't care
If I could only have a share of the good life

And it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
Take a look around and see you're not alone
Oh, it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
'Cause [Incomprehensible]

All in all you know, it's too easy
All in all you know, it's too easy

And it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
Take a look around and see you're not alone
Oh, it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
'Cause [Incomprehensible]

And it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
Take a look around and see you're not alone
Oh, it's one for the money, keep up with the Jones
'Cause [Incomprehensible]

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Doctor Jones - Lyrics - Aquarium - Aqua

Title: Doctor Jones
Album: Aquarium
Artist: Aqua
Composer(s): Claus Norren, Anders Oland, Soren Rasted, Karsten Dahlgaard, Rene Dif, Johnny Mosegaard

Lyric:
Sometimes the feeling is right
You fall in love for the first time
Heartbeat and kisses so sweet
Summer time, love in the moonlight

Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa

Now the summer is gone
You have to go back home
Please come and see me again
I never felt more alone
(Baby, I'm missing you)
I want you by my side
(And I hope you miss me too)
Come back and stay
(I think about you every day)
I really want you to
(You set my feet right off the ground 'til the lover found)

Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, get up now"
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, wake up now"
(Wake up now)
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa

Oh, I think, I miss you
And all of the things we had
Doctor, what can I do?
Why does he have to be like that?
(Baby, I'm missing you)
I want you by my side
(And I hope you miss me too)
Come back and stay
(I think about you every day)
I really want you to
(You set my feet right off the ground 'til the lover found)

Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, get up now"
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, wake up now"
(Wake up now)
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa

Please, please cure me
Please, please cure me
Please, please cure me
Please, please cure me
Doctor Jones, Jones
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
Wake up now

Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo
Aaa yippie yaa yea
Aaa yippie yaa ooo ooo, aaa haa
Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, get up now"
(Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones
Calling Doctor Jones, "Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, wake up now"
(Wake up now)

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Mr. Jones - Lyrics - The American Dream - Mike Jones

Title: Mr. Jones
Album: The American Dream
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Michael Robinson, Michael Jones

Lyric:
You can ride all day long
Another Mike Diesel production
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone

Chasing a man you can?t see
(Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)

I?m back my music tracks about to sell another meal
My pants they saggin? from them hundred dollar billz
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal

Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Before I came I just say the streets wouldn?t feel
The s*** that I?m spittin?, the s*** that?s real

But now I?m like mellow I?m the king of the hill
American dream I?m livin? that for real
Eleven Corvette a *** tell me how you feel
The diamonds on my teeth
And put them on my phantom grill, smile, ha ha

You can ride all day long
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone

Chasing a man you can?t see
(Mike Jones)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)

I used to get fist by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up, they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you wanna, I?ma leave you f***** up

Used to roll hatchback now, I?m Cadillac and Benz
Used to roll hatchback now, I?m Cadillac and Benz
I used to have homies, now I?m like *** friends
'Cause even back then all they did was pretend

Now I got my own label Ice Age and I?m boss
I?m the mayor of this town with the key to that boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that Rick Ross, Ross

You can ride all day long
(Mike Jones)
But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones
He?s got a gang that?s far too strong
(Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone

Chasing a man you can?t see
(You can?t see me baby)
So just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shot*** so go back home
(Who? Who?)
'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones
(Mike Jones)

Hey, now make it rain, hey, now make it rain, hey, now make it rain
American dream, album and movie on the way baby

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Angela Jones - Lyrics - Tq

Title: Angela Jones
Artist: Tq
Composer(s): Terrance Quaites, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Aww, yeah
Aww, yeah
Who's that girl

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And you know, baby girl, damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a 129th

I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
Her Lil' man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she musta had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line

She wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping hand

One day she looked in the mirror, standin' there naked
That's when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around, shook her ass, grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business

I'm like "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know What I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

Straight off the bat, Angie got the work
Winin' and dinin' and robbin' them jerks
She went from Gucci watches, humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in 'em

The finest women couldn't fuck with Angela
It was all in the waist, how she handled ya
Dog, I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya ass clean out and take your chain

It's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyonce do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed to

Who'd be mad at Angie? Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt and that's real
So when I read it in the paper, who could I blame?
Hooker found slain, Angie's her name, what a shame

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself, what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul

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State Vs Kirk Jones - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: State Vs Kirk Jones
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): C Dorsey, R Fisher, Dominick Lamb, Kirk Jones, G Williams, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Yeah, State Vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residin'
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin'
Prosecution, set it with your openin' statement

Your Honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences
To the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother, Barbara
His two year old daughter, T'wanna
And the baby's mama, Sandra

He's a murderer, that animal killed my baby's father!"
Order in the court
I'm sorry for the outburst, your Honor
I have an original copy of the police report

January, the 4th, the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm

Bailiff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle?
Mr. Fitzpatrick, there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened?

Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything
The argument, how son drawed
Hose and everything, the worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify, I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
Yes, that's him, right there
Are you sure? Yeah, without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I ain't hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood

You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion, is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
Your Honor, objection, his opinion should be stricken from the record
Objection sustained, Prosecution, next question

I'd like to call my next eyewitness, Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul, could you tell us what happened inside the store?

Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, "Nigga kiss my ass"
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store, order us on the floor

Yo, I swore, I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand
And Tyrone wouldn't let him take it

Is that the moment when he shot him?
Yeah man, that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, 'til the gat was empty

He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all, that

Okay, okay, calm down
I have no further questions, your Honor

Court is now in session, now gettin' back to business
Pat Haley for Defense, please call your first witness
Yeah, aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin' for the case

Yeah, I testify your Honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you, I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see a lot of it
But I know for a fact, he stuck a gun to his esophagus

Wait, wait, wait, objection, your Honor
His statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace, you under oath, yeah I know
You lyin' in the stand to get him fryin' in the pan

Now, where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone?
I was right there
You and Holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin' your chick?
What you talkin' 'bout?
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin' the shit

I know you mad, that's why you in court, turnin' on him
Kirk, cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on, you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there, you just heard it by phone

Man, you crazy man ? I was right there
Yeah right, I read your rap sheet
N,o he wasn't, he's lyin', fuck you, you liar
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk
Man, fuck that, he's lyin' he wasn't even there, man
He killed Tyrone man, fuck that, no, I didn't
Man, he's lyin' man, he's lyin'

Order in the court, now I'm warning you, Defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel, in my chambers, so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused, so they can go deliberate

Yo man, Mr. Haley, what kind of defense is this man
What you doin' man? She gon' fuckin' hang me, man
No, sh-she's got it in for me, I'm tellin' you, man
You promised you'd get me off, man

In the case of the State Vs. Kirk Jones, you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
Guilty all counts from theft to murder one
W-w-what? Guilty? By the time you
Gettin' out, you gon' have a grandson

Fuck you bitch, I'll see you in hell, bitch
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck, get off me, fuck you, Pat Haley
What? Get him out of my courtroom
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody

Baliff, Baliff, remove him from my courtroom
Fuck this shit, I hope you all burn in hell
You're gonna die bitch, fuck you
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this
You will be held for contempt of court
And anything else I can find that
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Cuttin' - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Cuttin'
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

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

Like 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

Mike Jones and I'm on the rise
Eighty-four's pokin' out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied
My name alone can't be denied

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

281-330-8004
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

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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll 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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper
No time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators
'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase
If he come trippin' to my face
Back then look in my do'
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 my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin' to stack a knot
Seven months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top
I'ma run this shit when my album drop
All you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

I come through on all four'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

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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll 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 drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

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