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