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, I said Back then hoes didn't want
Übersetzung: Mike Jones. Back Then.
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 - I SAID" [Mike Jones] Mike Jones!! Befo' I came
to be the one to extort the fiends Remember back then when I slinged on the corner I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer Around the time Mike
Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh Steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggaz smell, keep comin' back
It seems like everybody knows how I get down Know who I be, homie [Obie Trice:] They say Obie Trice gone, look at him Back then I was Mike Jones, who
the new world, new beginnin A new way to play, a new way a livin Cash is the past, a new way a spendin New life for man, children, and women Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back
the grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones who Mike Jones who Mike Jones Swisher House and Body
fuck with dranks Hoe pop pills either cause that shit ain't coll We just drunk and mad dawg fo we went to school Lik off, back then I was smashin' boys
right back She would never talk to a lame like that In my ear screamin', how you got a name like Crack Crack, similar to Mike Jones Say my name enough, then
boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin' They just waitin' on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with Nathan Then when I do that, they gon' back
to everybody doin time Up in {?} state jail, you dig Seem like soon as I'm findin happiness the joy's gone Kickin it with Steve Francis, Mike Tyson and Roy Jones
game that hes playin in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) 'cause even the kid the treal need a seperate queen [chorus] [Mike Jones
Plant My Feet On Da Murphy's Didn't Jump Me Told Me To Get Comfy Even Brought Da Lil Seat For Me To Spill My Drink On Willy D Gave Me My Stamp Shout To Mike Jones
Fingers we on the grind I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones Swisher
seldomely ever talk over cell phones or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes every whip, every bitch, every leather coat since '88 to right now I was never broke back then
g's on my ***, it's cold when I speak Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck You can go on and pass the mike, watch I'm 'bout to catch wreck
