Lyrics:
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
Mike Jones!
(Yes sir, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Yeah, Mike Jones!
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah! Hypnotize Minds)
[Chorus: Mike
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
We straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh,
On across Caroline.
We stopped
you've taken what's mine
Now it's cold by my side, it's cold by my side because
In the morning you'll be on your way to Georgia
Stole the love right from
down at the traffic light
An empty seat sits silent by my side
I'm asking you to catch the next red eye
I'll pick you up at sunrise
With a coffee for
and Delowe
Where me and my niggas would pass the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While mind
mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? (okay)
I held yo' ass down
You
and Delowe
Where me and my niggas would pass the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While mind
Hit up my favorite girl when I'm down in Savannah
She said her name was Georgia you believe when I tell ya
Super hot with that ass pretty face I will
candyman,
And oh my love,
Let us fly,
To bountyland...
Yea,
Dr Jones, Jones,
Wake up now,
Dr Jones, Jones,
Wake up now,
Dr Jones, Jones,
Wake up now,
Dr
in Georgia for a peach
And we'll visit my brother in West Palm Beach
Camp by the waves
At six fourty five
Make sure that you're there for sunrise
Stay
to Georgia for the summer (yeah)
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just 'cause I'm fly like a helicopter
The federales
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
time
I'll dedicate my life i'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you
I got a love jones for your
Body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone
Because livin' when you're hungry is a dog in an alley.
Now I mind my business cuz I'm rhymin' down in Cali.
I ain't playin' when sayin' kings
you affected my state
Of being to cloud 99
You could tell that the hydro, got you
By the way your eyes was half closed and mines too
Lord knows if
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.
Stopped in
not even have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
So I thought for a minute and said
Jumping hurdles Lolo Jones
Now I got you all alone
Georgia peach, Atlanta code
Can't ignore banana phone
If you got a metronome set that bitch 250
I don't know 'bout you
But I'm in the mood
And I can hardly wait
To love you over and over and over again
I'm keepin' my cool
I got a jones
to Georgia
Then he laughed and handed me a hundred bucks
I took the hundred dollars
And in a flash a thought
Was burning in my mind
I had a big surprise for
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