Lyrics:
When you bring back the funk y'all
When you bring back the funk y'all
When you bring back the love y'all
When you bring back the love y'all
When you
somebody
I ball like I'm Mike
I ball like I'm Scottie
Balling not my calling
To me just a hobby
I ball like I'm Mike
I ball like I'm Scottie
Mama used
shows there
Jason Bruce, a.k.a. J-Bru was on tour with me back then
And he toured with me for almost ten years after that
Eventually my brother Mike
a hurricane in the back of her throat
And she thinks she's made of candy
Ring a ring of roses
Whoever gets the closest
She comes and she goes
As the war
that? When I speak Spanish but I bring it right back
When I hit them moves so you'll think I'm Mike Jack, moonwalking to the crib leave the mic where it's
you're really about it, yeah
But for you, I got something to prove, what do you say?
What do you say? Uh
Should we bring it right back?
Honestly,
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
morning n pop me
Mike n ike
I been eatin this shit like it's candy
My bitch like baby you got start livin right
My bitch like baby you gon end up dead
So im
Yea haha haha
You know how it is, Aye
Nigga We Still Winnin
Tik tac toe, get that dough
Take a trip to get it and we bring back moe
Take a trip with
to you
Like fat kids in a candy store
You my candy or you the sugar that keeps me coming back for more
I’m addicted to you
I’m addicted to you
Like drugs
and some juice with a candy bar
I'm outta pocket when we rolling off
But I gotta keep it quiet cuz the coppers at the corner store
We passing by 'em lemme
I used too I used too you feel me)
I been broke, wheh
But not no more
(Aye aye aye)
I take a pack and I bring it back
Bring it back bring
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
me back, bring me back, bring me back
I need you to bring me back to life (you got it, baby, you got it)
This love got me out of my mind
I need
shit'll rip yo back (This, That, and the third)
(A true love is hard to come by)
You can come by, baby come by
We smokin' on Trillato, gettin' dumb high
backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in
Mike Jones, Swishahouse..
6:00 on the dot, got's to get paid
Move stone for stone, can't go minimum wage
Buy the home on hill, clothes out
on to bigger venues, done with these Jersey Mike's
Name buzzing around the block, Kid Wcked? I heard he nice!
Niño malvado, fuego, rocking show, and destroying
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
fuck with her
She going dick to dick all in the bricks
She gon' fuck with me and my brother
Heard she heard we was the shit
Bring them chops out
I might
it's
the
perfect method It's my thing The wack I subtract The strong I attack
The ones
who got the mike and freeze, I throw back I perfect
reservation
Just bring along the one you love
Help yourself to happiness
An' sprinkle it with mirth
Close your eyes an' concentrate
An' dream for all
wifey
She slurp on that dick and I like it, like it
No candy she Mike and Ike it
No Nike, she know I do it
I eat that bitch like a hockey pocket
No
she coming bring her best friend
She know I love a shawty from the west end
Mike D Man
Shawty wanna rock wit me to the end
Tell everybody I'm her lover
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