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Mike Jones - Turning Lane lyrics
Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah! [Chorus: Mike Jones] I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane Piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane TV screens rain in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane I'm gettin brain from yo' dame in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane I'm holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane My candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane Them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane I got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane [Mike Jones] I got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin; in the turnin lane Diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin; in the turnin lane Screens fall, 24's crawl; in the turnin lane You know me, I ain't trippin 'bout the laws; in the turnin lane Me and Mellow pull up real slow; to the turnin lane Whip lookin like it's in a car show; in the turnin lane My neck wrist and fist filled with snow; in the turnin lane Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes; in the turnin lane While I'm waitin I blow green and sip lean; in the turnin lane Seems like this light ain't gon' never turn green; in the turnin lane But I ain't rushin because I got time, try to keep up behind and I'ma hit ya with that nine; see in the turnin lane Piece and chain icy rang showin; in the turnin lane Show my grills and diamonds start glowin; in the turnin lane I'm jammin Screw music while I'm waitin; in the turnin lane "Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated; in the turnin lane [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I'll leave some cats aside quick; in the turnin lane Them boys really think they're slick; in the turnin lane But if they even try trippin; in the turnin lane I'ma have to empty out my clip; in the turnin lane I keep my eyes wide open; in the turnin lane Me and my infrared dot scopin; in the turnin lane Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm lookin great Don't wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and I'll run yo 'plate I'm Mike Jones - WHO? Mike Jones, from the Dirty South They say my grill clean so you know I ain't got no dirty mouth 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit 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 to blow 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I ride on the swang, I grip on woodgrain I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin lane I got Escalade ESV's in my drop I watch DVD's Now I'm hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me; in the turnin lane But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain Day to day grind to stackin change, I did it to have thangs Now I'm in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin I got diamonds in my grill, you can't tell when I'm grinnin; in the turnin lane Befo' I got on a major, I was underground stackin that paper Career pimps players and hustlers don't mess with them haters My album - "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto' My album - "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto' - cause [Chorus - 2X] |
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