Mike Jones - Know What I'm Sayin' Lyrics

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[Chorus]

Represent yo hood

Represent yo block

Represent yo spot.

"Know what I'm saying?"

Represent ya ward

Represent ya town because it's goin down.

"Know what I'm talkin bout?"

[Bun B]

When you seee me with my gun on

Its a be a one on

You know what type of shit Big Bun on.

Some of that six figure shit

That live and die by the trigger shit

That H-Town P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.

Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique

Move yay get a bigger brick

Wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick.

So do me a favor (favor)

Recognize that you a hater

That couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.

Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse

Finna meet me at yo sista house

Tell het have that doja and them swishas out.

Nigga we gon set up shop in here

Let bottles pop in here

And watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.

Shit midddle fingaz up (and haters down)

We about that drama

So if you don't want it bitch don't bring us up.

Man and we gonna be grindin

Nigga huggin this block

Till they free KS and let my brother off lock.

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[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]

I sip on purple barre

Ride around town in my candy car

Diamonds shine like a star.

I love to grip that wood grain

Love to talk that texas slang

I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga.

Because down south we be tippin on fo's

In the parking lot pimpin these hoes

Its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.

Down in H-Town we grippin on grain

Flippin on swangs sippin that drank

Causin pain in the turnin lane nigga.

(Holla at me) 281-330-8004

Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)

I said 281-330-8004

Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)

[Chorus]

[Lil Keke]

They betta stop playin

Because we might slain

Somebody start prayin man.

I'm bout to get it hot

Before i blow the spot

Give me some henn and rocks fool.

I'm bout to let it go

I'm talkin killa blow

You watch yo chick you check ya bitch.

You niggas know it's on

We pushin plenty chrome

This the Don me and Bun.

I fuck with Mike Jones

Broke niggas stay at home

We off the hook like Cokka Book.

Big Texas where it's at

Ya'll betta holla back

We packin gats and smokin sacks.

Pimpin these young hoes

And my bank roll sits swoll

Got me tippin on fo fo's nigga.

I'm bout to smash up

Ya'll niggas given up

You roll a square and po a cup.

[Chorus]

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