Lyrics:
This is a thriller
Know I'm bad Mike Jackson
My drip high fashion
Money smell on the mattress
This is a thriller
Know I'm bad Mike Jackson
My drip
Mike D
Playa haters, wanna know who I be
The capital letters, F-A to the T
Coming down slow, in my candy red drop
Everybody looking at me, but I don't
dead
But I'm doing well just for context
Sipping Henny to the face
Until we see spots
Mike Frishh styles P Shaolin D block
You didn't think it be my time
by her side
What she'd give for one more Sunday drive
She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She
dude who's reviews passed editors
The first time I met Metal Mike I was 17
Full of dreams
The first time I met Metal Mike, head full of steam
By any
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
Mike mike mike mike mike…”
You’re gonna fix my brain? Eleviate my suffering and pain?
But by the time I fix my head, oh mentally I’ll dead
I'm not
my world and I control it
Bitch, I got that glock, I'll knock 'em all down like we bowling (Buh buh)
If I pull up, whether you die or not
My twin
Well, I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk
Sailing around
With friends by my side
I could read their lives on their skin
(Let's go Mike Piff)
Got em like
Aww, Yea Yea
Mike Piff Ima make ya say
Aww, Yeaeaaaaa
I got the whole CT with me
Aww, Yea yea (East Coast Shit)
Mike Piff
I remember the first pair that I seen up close
On the foot of a local hustler who would be on post
Right by the bodega on Ogontz and Chelten ave
Lemme just switch it up one time
I'm back at it with punchline
Mike Tyson for the one time
You wouldn't last on the front lines
Not giving up after one
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
[Intro: Frank Calhoune]
Ooh!
They ready fa dis one?
Y'all ain't ready fa dis one.
[Hook: Frank Calhoune & Mike Rich]
This what I be (what I be);
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
and you'll be in control like Mike, in Control like Mike
Im in control of my mind, yeah, one of a kind
Momoney, nigga, focus on your grind and not mine's
Nothing in my pockets but a bank on a dream,
Nothing in my pockets but a bank on a dream.
When I got shot I just went bowling,
When I got robbed I just
to
Then i turn around and went right back through
Damn like nike just do it like mike
This is my shot and I blew
Sometimes I don't like my music
I could get
past eight he’s in quite a state
And really not making much sense
By chucking out he’s mucking about
And breakdancing for 50 pence
As I remember one day
imagination
Can't get by with lyrical constipation
I really want to evolve and grow
But I'm like a flower with nowhere to go
And I'm trying to stay unique
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
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