Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out get your release dates moved This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break... I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.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-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-ass feet We came to party up in this bitch
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin') Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?) Them yellow diamonds (oh these?) They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?) Them treated diamonds playa, haha I'm baaacckk
<i>[Hook]</i> I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)
<i>[Verse 1]</i> You see my paint (you see my paint) Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip) On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades) I got my game tight (I got my game tight) I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha) Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS) So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it) Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops) Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top) 'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace) Who flyer than me? (you?) Who higher than me? (stop) I'm gettin' head like Shawna ?? I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope) Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause
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<i>[Verse 2]</i> When I pull up all them hoes be Tryin' to leave the club Will they smoke some bud wit us? Good girls like thug niggas Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?) I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah) Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee) And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha) Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah) I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!) I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause
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<i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha I slow the car down and speed it up Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha So don't be playin' wit a G shawty Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty They always talk about the kid in the street shawty The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody
White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yessir) White, white, white cup (yeah!)
[Lil' Flip: talking] I keep a white cup nigga It's Fliperachi A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Hey, I keep a white cup I gotta get my lean on (lean on) I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?) Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on) Gotta put my rings on (rings on) Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on Shorty P roll the dro Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?) I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up) I take a old school car, then I fix it up
[Hook:] I gotta (I gotta) White, white, white cup You see my (you see my) White, white, white cup I keep my White, white, white cup I love my White, white, white cup Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa White, white cup in my hand I gotta (I gotta) White, white cup in my hand You see my (you see my) White, white cup in my hand I keep my (I keep my) White, white cup in my hand Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa
[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] I never lie to my fans not one time These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime What kind of shit is that? Nigga I'm sippin' that And on my lap is my strap That's where my weapon at Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll) I few platinum chains, but I love gold I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten) I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen
[Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs] Ayyyyyeeeee Ayyyyyeeeee Say Flip Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga Hahaaaa Hahaaaa
[Verse 3: Mike Jones] I stay iced up I gotta get my bling on A million buzz plus before I put my ring on Before my ringtones I was gettin' my green on I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on Pass me that Sunkist Pass me that purple stuff One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup Mike Jones and Fliperachi Ain't no one like us I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp
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[Lil' Flip: talking] I know you hear that right That's a white cup A money white cup When we say we got a money cup That mean we poured up a strong... soda You dig what I'm sayin'?
[chorus:] If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin, a real life hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down
[Bun B] Bun Beater ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsteen im made of tough skin u gon respect me (hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go bald and they floor out (damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to make u feel secure then baby u aint gotta look no more i got the cure
u want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command u can do what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) i can show u a side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king of trill needs himself a queen
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[Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad cuz i got u flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the bag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could leave yo ass with nathan then when i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin ima do them like you and drop them off some dollas but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but i aint cuz i cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around (mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea
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i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga rocks off the ground got the kush by the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the chevy on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost my horns so H town is on ain't nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[Chorus:Repeat x2] "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me, I said" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me" "Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me, I said"
[Mike Jones] Mike Jones! Befo' I came up in the game these hoes didn't show no love They see me in the club and used to treat me like a scrub They wouldn't holla cause my dollars wasn't swoll enough I bet they change they mind when them 80 4's come rolling up They see that I'm a star, now they want to sit in my car Now they want to count my cheese, smoke my weed and sip my bar now They used to love to me diss me, now they rush to hug and kiss me now They telling all they friends when I leave how they miss me now Two, eight, one, three, three oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal These hoes wouldn't give a damn if I was heah, geah, because
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[Mike Jones] I remember back den, most of them hoes couldn't stand me But now them same hoes begging me to pull down they panties A couple of 'em said I was cute but I was just too chubby Same size a year later the same hoes want to fuck me Because they see me paid, pimping pens, working my jelly And I ain't tripping cause my pockets stick out mo' than my belly They know I'm paid, living laid in the shade Two slabs in the Escalade with fo' or five estates Then know that I got it made, I'm a motherfucking baller She would want a nigga now but I ain't got no time to call her I'ma stall her like she stalled me, now she trying to call me Bitch I'ma drown yo' whole ass like you Dom P I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name Ain't nothing changed but my change, I'ma stay the same I'm Mike Jones, don't act like you don't know the name Ain't nothing changed but my change, I'ma stay the same
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[Mike Jones] Befo' my paper came, befo' I got my fame These hoes that's poppin on me now didn't even know my name They said my flow was lame, they said I had no game I told 'em all I was fin' to blow they thought I was insane But they my name started blowing up quick, now they jumping on my dick Cause they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick But they my name started blowing up quick, now they jumping on my dick Because they see me on the rise and oh now my paper thick
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it?
[Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
[Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
[Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
[Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
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[Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up
[Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
