Mike Jones - We Ballin' Lyrics
[Mike Jones]Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J'sMy sticky green European, with DVD on playMy bumper kit recline, when I press rewindBlue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shineI got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's in the backI put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attackI got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollarCandy red, on fo's and choppersBlack flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripperAnd a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippersWhen the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageousWhen they see my slab, they all scream contagiousI crawl like a kitten, with my windows tintedWatching TV's in it, so you won't see me in itGot a piece so shiny, you see yourself in itCause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinnerMike Jones be my name, but you can call me SachieI pull up in a slab, that'll knock out RockyI'm a baller baby, shot caller babyIn the Lex having sex, 20's crawling babyI pull a white Jag, with a raw blue ragIt's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb ragBut my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whiningMy fo's are magnificent, ask MagnificentMy piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glisteningI'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth maynI can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brainSpit game from the head, and make a ***** give me headIf I ain't getting that ***** head, I'm getting that ***** breadDollas, hopping out the marble blue ImpalaYou ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low a
