Mike Jones Addictive Lyrics

Addictive Lyrics

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