Текст (слова) песни: Mike Jones - Addictive

 
Mike Jones, Swishahouse.. 
 
[Mike Jones] 
6:00 on the dot, got`s to get paid 
Move stone for stone, can`t go minimum wage 
Buy the home on hill, clothes out the cleaners 
Move 22 inches, on the X-Beamer 
Got`s to look good, got`s to look fresh 
Hopped out the shower, baguettes cross my chest 
4-5 handy, Lamborgini candy 
In 21 years, I knocked down four grammy`s 
I like to ride long, candy colors on cutters 
I know you can`t believe it, but the inside is butter 
Pelly-Pel sagging then a wagon, kid`s dragging 
I got more fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon 
Me and T. Clarence, hopped in the Hummer 
Where is Lil` Walty, where is the Hummer 
Back on a mission, Expedition flipping 
You stacked up some cash, don`t stop keep flipping 
Where is T. Flowers, where is Jamal 
I got fo` freaks, so let`s start a freak party 
Gin and Bacardi, play em like Atari 
It`s just in my nature, that Mike Jones is hardy 
Red Boy from Rap-A-Lot, I see you coming through 
In the Escalade, on 22`s 
Wearing FUBU, maybe J. Prince 
I`ve been putting it down, for H-Town ever since 
Scarface first came, came to bring pain 
Got a purple dropping screens, call it purple rain 
Mike Jones mayn, I claim North mayn 
You can have the fame, just give me the change 
Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline 
Keep in mine, you don`t grind you don`t shine 
I say that verse a lot, just to let you boys know 
You gotta plant the seed, if you want the plant to grow 
Now I`m plexing in the Lexus, police.. 
You test me, I`ll be in your ... like a wedgie 
What`s up to the Twinz, that`s in the A-Town 
We Gon show you boys, that Swishahouse put it down 
State to state town to town, hit the stage we gon clown 
When I show we talking bout em grill, they gon frown 
Me and the Mad, flipping Gator flipping Jag 
My Grandma got on me, when I sag 
Saginng my jeans, brother sixteen 
Where is the do-do, where is the lean 
I feel pretty good, I just bought the yellow Gator 
I through Sprewells, on the blue Navigator 
It`s the Mike Jones, freestyling from the dome 
I might come through, Yellowstone, Acres Home 
Riding in my drop top, chilling with the Watts 
When I hit the stage, I`ma give it all I got 
Michael Watts chopping, rag tops dropping 
Girls who didn`t cut for me befo`, they bopping 
Where is the pride, where is the pull 
My album, Who Is Mike Jones coming soon 
Hold up don`t worry, put a lighter up the room 
Watch me sweep chasers, without using a broom 
If you wanna see me flow, book me for a show 
And you`ll see, me and Magno go 
Man I`m freestyling again, spinning it`s a sin 
Three for the ten, off a 5 or 6-10 
That`s a freeway, Northside Southside we ride blue and grey 
We might ride red, watch us turn heads 
Quit all the plexing, and start stacking bread 
No time to tell you boys to grind, if you wanna shine 
It`s the boy Mike Jones, putting it down
 

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