Mike Jones Cuttin` Lyrics

Cuttin` Lyrics

[Mike Jones]

Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!!

My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"

My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"



[Intro: samples and scratching]

"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"



[Mike Jones]

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

I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride

My name alone can't be denied, my name alone can't be denied

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4

Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4

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



[Chorus 2X: samples]

"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 dank let's blow it up, when my album stop I'ma slow it
up"



[Mike Jones]

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters

Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

I 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, 7 months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when my album drop

So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y'all helped me out



[Chorus]



[Mike Jones]

I come through on all 4'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



[Chorus]