Jones (featuring Roy Jones)

[Verse 1 -Mike Jones]

You can catch meHustlin, gridin, shakin haters who's whining

I'm blindin the world, cause I was day 2 day grindin

I'ma blow up, I told ya, think I'm lieing, I'ma show ya

From Houston to Penscola we candy paint slab rollers

You can tell I'm ballin, from window spinners crawlin

I hop off butter, press a button my screens falling

And I'm dogging competition ain't trippin I'm on the grind

While you dudes talkin down, I'm grindin so I can shine

I Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones, that came to Florida

to put it down with Roy Jones, Swishahouse and body head

Turning heads, shaking feds, pistol packing and jackin

any body for some bread

Yea I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones Jones

And when the laws ain't hot, I hit the block with my rocks

I'm in Roy Jones corner while he knockin them out

See in the streets I keep it real, I show them my platinum grill

I pull up in the seville on twenty two inch wheels

U niggaz wasting yo time, hatin on me talkin down

You need to be on yo grind tryin to put it down

I'm trying to help you out, before you get left out

I know you mad when I pull up in slab and step out

Lookin good, eight glass leather wood get it while it's good, Mike Jones

[Chorus]

Mike Jones, Roy Jones knockin niggaz out in the ring and up on the microhone

Mike Jones, Roy Jones knockin niggaz out in the ring and up on the microhone

[Verse 2 -Roy Jones]

It's Roy Jones they call me the one hitter quitter

Cause when I get up in the ring I'm knockin out a nigga

Swishahouse and bodyhead you know we ain't trippin

I two piece dudes for a livin and I ain't talkin about chicken

Mike Jones running the rap game I'm running the ring

You think I'm lying ask the streets and they'll be sayin the same

I moved up to heavyweight and people said I was small

But when my opponents fall who be the one standin tall

Roy Jones (Who), Roy Jones (Who), Roy Jones (Who)

Roy Jones Jones ya'll musta forgot I be the one bustin heads

Them niggaz talk alot of noise but yo they must be scared

[Chorus]

[Roy Jones]

Swishahouse...bodyhead

We about them Jone's nigga we ain't neva scared huh

C'mon huh, C'mon now, C'mon uh, yeahh

Mike Jones, Roy Jones...bodyhead ya'll swishahouse

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