Hook
Slim Thug:
Still tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Pimpin four hoes
And now Im packin four 4s
Verse 1
Slim Thug:
Now look who creepin look who crawlin still balling in the mix
Its that six six long d*** Slim n**** stick in yo chick
Pullin tricks, lookin slick and on times when Im flippin
Bar sippin', car dippin
Grand wood grain grippin
Still tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Pimpin four hoes
And Im packing four 4s
Blowin on that endo
Gamecube Nintendo
5% tint, so you cant see up in my window
These n***** dont understand me cuz Im Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxis wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress
Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell N Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When Im riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade
I got it made the Big Boss of the north
Aint s*** changed I still represent Swisha House
Hook
Verse 2
50 Cent & Young Buck:
50 Cent:
Big thangs
Big b**** watch big diamond rangs
My n***** up in da club be off the chain
They up front wid the n***** take off ya chain
Are 'til the hollow tips hit the frame
We can brawl or runfor ya life man
Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome
Lil' wood grain a n**** money loan
I call shots (whoo) b**** never call me Suge
The f*** I want in yo' hood
We just slip by real slow
I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though
We just slip by real slow
I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though
Young Buck:
If I came out ya mouth
With an AK shells goin' straight thorugh ya house
Raise the hell 'til ya whole block clean
Hit 'em all up (bow bow) then we out
f*** where you from, f*** what you 'bout
We can get it poppin' might start droppin'
Face start watching n***** start talkin'
Death is knnockin' at yo' front door
Y'all don't want war
Talk when ya want we'll meet yo' coffin
It ain't gon' stop any glock get it poppin'
b**** keeps runnin', screamin' and hollerin'
These n***** wanna see what its like when you get shot
Wanna get jacked wit' a iced out watch
Our tour bus filled up with guns
I ain't tryna go out like Big and Pun
Verse 3
Mike Jones:
Four 4s Im tippin
Wood grain Im grippin
Catch me lane switchin with the paint drippin
Turn yo neck and your dame missin
Me & Slim we aint trippin
Im finger flippin and syrup sippin
Like Do or Die Im po pimpin
Car stop rims keep spinnin
Im flippin drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
Im shakin the block with four 18s
Candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean
It takes a grinda to be a king
It takes a grinda to be a king
First round draft pick coming
Who is Mike Jones? coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Im Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones
The one and only
You cant clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies
Some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Hook
Verse 4
Paul Wall:
What it do its Paul Wall Im the peoples champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now Im back with the camp
Im probably similar to an ant, cuz Im low to the earth
Peoples feelings get hurt
When they figure out what Im worth
I got 84s, pokin out
At the club Im showing out
Im a playa, aint no doubt
Hoes wanna know what Im bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth
Princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my Range
Dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name
Its still the same
Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game
And magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot
Hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the Internet goin nuts
But T. Pharis got my back so now Im holdin my nuts
Its Paul Wall baby, what you know bout me
Im on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me
Hook
Slim Thug:
Still tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Pimpin four hoes
And now Im packin four 4s
Verse 1
Slim Thug:
Now look who creepin look who crawlin still balling in the mix
Its that six six long d*** Slim n**** stick in yo chick
Pullin tricks, lookin slick and on times when Im flippin
Bar sippin', car dippin
Grand wood grain grippin
Still tippin on four 4s
Wrapped in four 4s
Pimpin four hoes
And Im packing four 4s
Blowin on that endo
Gamecube Nintendo
5% tint, so you cant see up in my window
These n***** dont understand me cuz Im Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxis wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress
Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell N Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When Im riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade
I got it made the Big Boss of the north
Aint s*** changed I still represent Swisha House
Hook
Verse 2
50 Cent & Young Buck:
50 Cent:
Big thangs
Big b**** watch big diamond rangs
My n***** up in da club be off the chain
They up front wid the n***** take off ya chain
Are 'til the hollow tips hit the frame
We can brawl or runfor ya life man
Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome
Lil' wood grain a n**** money loan
I call shots (whoo) b**** never call me Suge
The f*** I want in yo' hood
We just slip by real slow
I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though
We just slip by real slow
I ain't shootin' but I can on the wheel though
Young Buck:
If I came out ya mouth
With an AK shells goin' straight thorugh ya house
Raise the hell 'til ya whole block clean
Hit 'em all up (bow bow) then we out
f*** where you from, f*** what you 'bout
We can get it poppin' might start droppin'
Face start watching n***** start talkin'
Death is knnockin' at yo' front door
Y'all don't want war
Talk when ya want we'll meet yo' coffin
It ain't gon' stop any glock get it poppin'
b**** keeps runnin', screamin' and hollerin'
These n***** wanna see what its like when you get shot
Wanna get jacked wit' a iced out watch
Our tour bus filled up with guns
I ain't tryna go out like Big and Pun
Verse 3
Mike Jones:
Four 4s Im tippin
Wood grain Im grippin
Catch me lane switchin with the paint drippin
Turn yo neck and your dame missin
Me & Slim we aint trippin
Im finger flippin and syrup sippin
Like Do or Die Im po pimpin
Car stop rims keep spinnin
Im flippin drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
Im shakin the block with four 18s
Candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean
It takes a grinda to be a king
It takes a grinda to be a king
First round draft pick coming
Who is Mike Jones? coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Im Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones
The one and only
You cant clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies
Some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didnt want me
Now Im hot hoes all on me
Hook
Verse 4
Paul Wall:
What it do its Paul Wall Im the peoples champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now Im back with the camp
Im probably similar to an ant, cuz Im low to the earth
Peoples feelings get hurt
When they figure out what Im worth
I got 84s, pokin out
At the club Im showing out
Im a playa, aint no doubt
Hoes wanna know what Im bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth
Princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my Range
Dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name
Its still the same
Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game
And magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot
Hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the Internet goin nuts
But T. Pharis got my back so now Im holdin my nuts
Its Paul Wall baby, what you know bout me
Im on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me
Hook