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[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
[Intro] 
The unauthorized copy. Dedication to my children, my child
Destiny Jones. To my niece and nephews, Suree, Malik, Jabari.
The world is
I a legend?
I just got ten number one albums 
Maybe now eleven
More hits than a 'Now!' eleven
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from
I a legend?
I just got ten number one albums 
Maybe now eleven
More hits than a 'Now!' eleven
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from
order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I
like a photo album
Public awareness like a farrakhan, Nelson and Malcom
I stress MCees like midlife crisis
With more killa lines than cocaine laced
Louboutin and I super grind
VS stones, they super shine
I pop the Perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock Tom Ford, Concords
And I
Louboutin and I super grind
VS stones, they super shine
I pop the Perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock Tom Ford, Concords
And I
to little kids 
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is 
By the time they hit 4th grade,
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
cars big stars like it's rock and roll 
Let's rock and roll

Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
learned the ins and outs to where the bodies is laid
I been around tha block and brought it back with rap
Hit lines to get tha jones to put it down like
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade, 
They got
clitoris is.
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade,
They got the discovery channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but
what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don't
clitoris is.
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade,
They got the discovery channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th grade, 
They got
on the slab (slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy Emmitt had me
what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don't
I'm back on the slab (slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy