ain't stupid, I know that they're plottin for position That's why I dismiss 'em Because I, can't, stand these scandalous hoes [Mike Jones (T-Pain)] Now that I got
on Warren Moon I'm number one like Warren Moon South side I see ya candy red Nawfside candy blue, we all getting bread And who are you? I'm who? Mike Jones, who? Mike Jones
ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! (? You a fool with this one) I got a question: (why they got to hate on me?) I wonder why (why they got
buddy, out and now they love my swag (Damn) Love my swag (Damn) Love my swag (Damn) Cuddy buddy, out and now they love my swag (Damn) Love my swag (Damn) Love my swag (Damn
me now 281-330-8004 Hit Mike Jones up on the low ?cause Mike Jones about to blow Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn
left you told me That I was gonna have to keep the family up (Mike Jones!) April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend I damn near stopped rappin', damn
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them
me That I was gonna have to keep the family up (Mike Jones!) [Mike Jones] April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend I damn near stopped rappin, damn
look at this rap, niggas got jokes, bitch I got money, and I Got dope, damn right I got funny, black Murcilag racina?? like the Grand Prix, got a racist
't worryin' 'bout them really though I'm just lookin' at you Ooh, shit, you know You got them big ass hips, god damn Got the body of a goddess Got eyes
Wall what it do? Who Mike Jones? Boys mad at us, because we getting our shine on Put it in they face, put them in they place Got to let them know, who
girl cousin psyche! I'm buggin. NWA was simply known Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones I gotta Jones yall I'm Number one, one, one, one Damn
Loc, when I new I was cold I was that nigga on the camp like I was 10 years old They holler Flip, they holler Mike Jones And holler Bone Crusher that
If you don't like it, then pardon me But you know the fo' on me Better bring you a whole army [Verse 15 - Chamillionaire - imitating Mike Jones] Cheah
When you got your wack ass rap style from Nickolodean Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha House thong Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones
?...... (Mr. Mike) Spill 9's like fluid, do it like some G's they know me from Columbian streets to Portugeese, (nigga how u figga) i got mo scratch than flea's, i got
in the crowd The way I make it rain Make ya fuck around and drown Now them leaches ain't around I'm better off alone Got rid of the dead weight, like Star Jones