Mike Jones "Still Tippin (G-Unit Remix)" |
Hook Slim Thug: Still tippin' on four 4's Wrapped in four 4's Tippin' on four 4's Wrapped in four 4's Tippin' on four 4's Wrapped in four 4's Pimpin' four hoes And now I'm packin' four 4's Verse 1 Slim Thug: Now look who creepin' look who crawlin' still balling in the mix It's that six six long dick Slim nigga stick in yo' chick Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick and on times when I'm flippin' Bar sippin', car dippin' Grand wood grain grippin' Still tippin' on four 4's Wrapped in four 4's Pimpin' four hoes And I'm packing four 4's Blowin' on that endo Gamecube Nintendo 5% tint, so you can't see up in my window These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy Top down at Maxi's wit' a big glock nine handy Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell �N' Ness Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade I got it made the Big Boss of the north Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House Hook Verse 2 50 Cent & Young Buck: 50 Cent: Big thangs Big bitch watch big diamond rangs My niggaz up in da club be off the chain They up front wid the niggaz take off ya chain Are 'til the hollow tips hit the frame We can brawl or runfor ya life man Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome Lil' wood grain a nigga money loan I call shots (whoo) bitch never call me Suge The fuck I want in yo' hood We just slip by real slow I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though We just slip by real slow I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though Young Buck: If I came out ya mouth With an AK shells goin' straight thorugh ya house Raise the hell 'til ya whole block clean Hit 'em all up (bow bow) then we out Fuck where you from, fuck what you 'bout We can get it poppin' might start droppin' Face start watching niggaz start talkin' Death is knnockin' at yo' front door Y'all don't want war Talk when ya want we'll meet yo' coffin It ain't gon' stop any glock get it poppin' Bitch keeps runnin', screamin' and hollerin' These niggaz wanna see what its like when you get shot Wanna get jacked wit' a iced out watch Our tour bus filled up with guns I ain't tryna go out like Big and Pun Verse 3 Mike Jones: Four 4's I'm tippin' Wood grain I'm grippin' Catch me lane switchin' with the paint drippin' Turn yo' neck and your dame missin' Me & Slim we ain't trippin' I'm finger flippin' and syrup sippin' Like Do or Die I'm po' pimpin' Car stop rims keep spinnin' I'm flippin' drop with invisible tops Hoes bop when my drop step out I'm shakin' the block with four 18s Candy green with 11 screens My gasoline always supreme Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean It takes a grinda to be a king It takes a grinda to be a king First round draft pick coming Who is Mike Jones? coming Slab shining with the grill and woman Slab shining with the grill and woman I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones The one and only You can't clone me Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies Some friends and some phony Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Hook Verse 4 Paul Wall: What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp I'm probably similar to an ant, cuz I'm low to the earth People's feelings get hurt When they figure out what I'm worth I got 84s, pokin' out At the club I'm showing out I'm a playa, ain't no doubt Hoes wanna know what I'm �bout Biggest diamonds off in my mouth Princess cuts all in my chain Wood grain all in my Range Dripping stains when I switch lanes Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast Mike Jones he running the game And magnificent �bout his cash Michael Watts he made me hot Hard work took me to the top G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop I got the Internet goin' nuts But T. Pharis got my back so now I'm holdin' my nuts It's Paul Wall baby, what you know �bout me I'm on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me Hook Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |