Mike Jones - Addictive lyrics
[Mike Jones - Addictive lyrics]
Mike Jones, Swishahouse
6: 00 on the dot, got's to get paid
Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage
Gotta hold my nina, clothes out the cleaners
Threw 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 loud, candy colors on cutters
I know you can't believe it
But the inside is butter
Pelly-Pel sagging Bentley wagon, kit dragging
I got more fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon
Me and T farris, hopped in the Hummer
Where is Lil' Walter, where is the Hunter
Back on a mission, Expedition flipping
You stacked up some cash
Don't stop keep flipping
Where is T flowers, where is Jamory
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 naughty
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 drop with screens
Call it purple rain
Mike Jones my name, I claim North Main
You can have the fame
Just give me the change
Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline
Keep in mind, 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
Holdin Smith and Wesson
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 my 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 popped a 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
It's dark, don't worry
I'm finna light up the room
Watch me sweep Texas, 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, spending's my sin
Three for the ten, I45 or 6-10
That's the 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 niggas wanna shine
It's the boy Mike Jones, putting it down
6: 00 on the dot, got's to get paid
Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage
Gotta hold my nina, clothes out the cleaners
Threw 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 loud, candy colors on cutters
I know you can't believe it
But the inside is butter
Pelly-Pel sagging Bentley wagon, kit dragging
I got more fire, than Bruce Lee the Dragon
Me and T farris, hopped in the Hummer
Where is Lil' Walter, where is the Hunter
Back on a mission, Expedition flipping
You stacked up some cash
Don't stop keep flipping
Where is T flowers, where is Jamory
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 naughty
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 drop with screens
Call it purple rain
Mike Jones my name, I claim North Main
You can have the fame
Just give me the change
Freestyle off the mind, bumper kit recline
Keep in mind, 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
Holdin Smith and Wesson
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 my 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 popped a 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
It's dark, don't worry
I'm finna light up the room
Watch me sweep Texas, 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, spending's my sin
Three for the ten, I45 or 6-10
That's the 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 niggas wanna shine
It's the boy Mike Jones, putting it down