Lyrics:
she let this true candy to bring it up
I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch
She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
Popped another one
started from
(Get right back)
And send our word to the mutha
(Get back)
We got to bring it back
We got to bring it back to the mutha
(Get right
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
I wanna see you take it off.
Take it off,Take it off
Take it off,Take it off
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it
the Mike Balls school of fcukin soccer violence
Mike how d'you organise a fight?
I does it by the e-mail in the middle of the night
He's Mike Balls
AAH
Xannies got me paralyzin'
You know I'm on the horizon
Champion like I'm Mike Tyson
Champion like I'm Mike Tyson
Diamonds, they wet like Poseidon (Water)
Uh
Mike done did it again
Mike done did it again
Mike done did it again
Mike done did it again
Come fuck me and please bring your friends
We riding
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
thinking tons of bad thoughts that I just wanna drain
I been out here every day staying in my own lane
I been feeling I'm being held back by a chain
Held
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Whenever I'm missin' you
Tell me, do you love me? I, I
Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
love to the fans, that be screaming out my name
Uh, fa sho (even though what we do is wrong)
Until I die, I'ma forever bring pain
I'm getting better
on the road
Get that money outta town
And bring that chicken back home
Shit get slow I'll check with my hoe
She gone pull up with some dough
And bring that
love, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love
My love
I love the way you're standing
Lips look so sweet, like cotton candy (my
is right
We can bring it right back
Saved
Got the weed, we can sit by the beach if we wanna get faded
But if that's not the vibe, yeah, it's cool
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin
I remember
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn't even flip it
Had to bring it back around
I remember
I remember printin' up our
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
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
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
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
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
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