where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G]
[Verse 1: Mike G] Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces Same on the T, L's on my jeans Everythin
I don't want it to end yet, but I didn't begin yet I said you're just a fan, you're just not really a friend yet Something that I've been said, practice
nigga red Taco stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg, fuck! [Outro: Mike and Taco yell at each other after taco is shot, Earl and Mike decide
[feat. Wolf Haley a.k.a. Tyler, The Creator] [Verse 1: Mike G] I could spend my whole life tryna get cash And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash
[feat. Vince Staples] [Verse 1: Mike G] First time I came up I fucking went mad Bought a bunch of shit that I thought I had to have An irresponsible
[Verse 1:] Follow the leader, bad senoritas in two seater's She loves green, that's money, Mary Jane and Margaritas The way it seems, the streets be
[Verse 1: Mike G] Constantly breaking down trees just to lift him up Might keep a main bitch or a plethora of different sluts So cocky that I think I
[Verse 1:] I'll just take this time to say, this goes to the girls That wouldn't give me the time of day, now they're tryna see this star When he's at
[Verse 1:] Nothin' but Rage in my entity, a page for a symphony Still a fuckin' Firestarter lighters ain't on this degree My Shining will never stop
peace comin', who is Mike Jones comin' Slab shinin' with the grill and woman Slab shinin' with the grill and woman I'm Mike Jones, who, Mike Jones, the
Traduzione: I Minutemen. Tour-Spiel (Mike Watt) Born In The Shed With The G.
uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl Mr.Mike Tyson flow,uppercut all yawl step into my ring bitches,ding ding bitches click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I Know You're Out There, Mr. Shame I Am Calling Your Name, Mr. Shame There Is No Doubt You Need To Find Out About The River But There's No Covert Scheme
[Intro:] [Girl:] Mr. Mike, can you give some money to get my hair done? [Mr. Mike:] What's wrong with your hair right now? [Girl:] Well, you know I get
of a lost soul Gotta stay in control [CHORUS] My ghetto strain bring mysery Gotta feel the pain physically To gain anything spiritually [VERSE 1: Mr. Mike
nigga Southwest connection (straight up) Servin' more than peanuts bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich [Mike] How many ways...can a killa get paid? [Mike
t let em above me People love you, at the same time wanna see you crumble We gon' hustle rain or sunshine, love to see us rumble [VERSE 1: Mr. Mike]
