Know What I'm Sayin' lyrics

Song information

Artist: Mike Jones
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?

Lyrics

Chorus
Represent yo hood
Represent yo block
Represent yo spot
"Know what I'm saying?"
Represent ya ward
Represent ya town because its goin down
"Know what I'm talkin bout?"

[Bun b]
When you seee me with my gun on
Its a be a one on
You know what type of shit big bun on
Some of that six figure shit
That live and die by the trigger shit
That h-town, p.a. texas trill ass nigga shit
Wanna fuck with me get a bigger clique
Move yay get a bigger brick
Wanna fuck my gal get a bigger dick
So do me a favor (favor)
Recognize that you a hater
That couldn't see me if I was ya neighbor
Yeah mike jones and swishahouse
Finna meet me at yo sista house
Tell het have that doja and them swishas out
Nigga we gon set up shop in here
Let bottles pop in here
And watch these bad ass bitches bop in here
Shit midddle fingaz up (and haters down)
We about that drama
So if you dont want it bitch dont bring us up
Man and we gonna be grindin
Nigga huggin this block
Till they free ks and let my brother off lock

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[Mike jones]
I sip on purple barre
Ride around town in my candy car
Diamonds shine like a star
I love to grip that wood grain
Love to talk that texas slang
I spend change like it ain't no thang nigga
Because down south we be tippin on fo's
In the parking lot pimpin these hoes
Its m.o.b. on every hoe nigga
Down in h-town we grippin on grain
Flippin on swangs sippin that drank
Causin pain in the turnin lane nigga
(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
Hit mike jones up on the low (yeah)
I said 281-330-8004
Hit mike jones up on the low (yeah)

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[Lil keke]
They betta stop playin
Because we might slain
Somebody start prayin man
I'm bout to get it hot
Before I blow the spot
Give me some henn and rocks fool
I'm bout to let it go
I'm talkin killa blow
You watch yo chick you check ya bitch
You niggas know its on
We pushin plenty chrome
This the don me and bun
I fuck with mike jones
Broke niggas stay at home
We off the hook like cokka book
Big texas where its at
Ya'll betta holla back
We packin gats and smokin sacks
Pimpin these young hoes
And my bank roll sits swoll
Got me tippin on fo fo's nigga
I'm bout to smash up
Ya'll niggas given up
You roll a square and po a cup

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