screw dat [Chorus 2X: Mike Jones] Bring your music down to H-Town (we gon' screw dat) You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around (we gon' screw
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know I live a baller's dream My music gotta be (Screwed up) I came in the game and moved up A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up I got
the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 we dippin oil, we drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay
the turnin lane, turnin lane [Mike Jones talking over screwed section] Aaaaaaay Corey Mo you a fool for this one homie OG Bun, I see ya baby [Mike Jones
your boy done blown up And I?m doing things that gets exposed Stuntin? ain?t a thing to me And it?s obvious it?s plain to see That you are going to make
thang cocked. (Mike Jones Bridge) I'm mike jones from houston 2 dat napper dj screw got them sounds dcat ya'll wanna hear i'm mike jones from houston
'm paid in full, so they clocking my dollas Me, poppy, joe and fox all riding impalas I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and slim thug the boss It's
t never goin understand We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout? I call it Texas talk That Big Moe That Trae, that Z-Ro That Charlie [Hook
name! Mike Jones...... Who? Mike Jones.......Who? Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon Yeah! Where Come Who...Mike Jones [Mike Jones
Mike Jones (Yessuh, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions) Geah, Mike Jones (Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah, Hypnotize Minds) Purple drank I'ma po' up, got
Mike Jones up on the low, 'cause Mikes Jones about to blow 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low, 'cause Mikes Jones about
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones, Jones! My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?' My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?' Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4 That's my cell phone number
(Mike Jones) I'm the king I'm the mayor of the city got the game locked down I roll 12 cars one with my top down I be swangin' in that candy They don
They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas
ass d boys got the game sold and sip that paint (sip that paint) and drip that paint (drip that paint) and drop that top (drop that top) and grip that
nigga that's the truth (And why's that hole in your car?) My nigga, that's the roof (And why my ears keep ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers (Why
