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MIKE JONES lyrics - The American Dream

My 64

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Cruisin down the street in my 6 4 jockin the bitches, slappin a hoe Went to the park to get the scoop knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some hoops Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my (who), jockin a (Mike Jones, Jones, Jones) [Mike Jones] Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low) bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low I'm hittin sixteen switches watch it stop and hit the floor I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro the girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said I'm leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro I got the 6 4 hoppin, watch it stop and do a show First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean, then I rock, (mike jones) first I lean, then I rock, (I said) First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it (because I'm) Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my, (Bun B) jockin a bitch [Bun B] It's Bun B I'm known for slammin cadillac doors Comin down on that kandy With them swanger and them 4's But I got love for the west coast (all day) so I suppose I'm-a head out to Cali the land of the low lows Touchdown to L-A-X and I don't need no car Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar In the hood I'm-a star so to the hood i'm-a go with mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know Then I get love from the B's love from the C's Mexican, Asian that's a more of O G's Throw it up when they see me and holla Ay Bun When I'm comin out as soon as ansy gray one You might see me at long beach OR MAYBE PASADENA Inglewood I E or West COVINA a southside ride with the homie big Kun car hoppin, top droppin the gettin get good when I'm Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my (Snoop Dogg) jockin a bitch [Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg with a yellow paris hiny with two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis shakin and they jumpin cause the duece keep bouncin tippin, whippin, thats it, steady dippin Candy paint drippin and these axels want a sippin As I shake like a dice game Cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockin like a rollin stone It's Snoop Dogg boy I'm B-B-Bad to the bone Yea them Cali boyz We love them low lows an real car club niggas bang they low doors and take fo tows See everything is fine I'm in the 64 A 60 trail a 59 I love my car like I love my wife See lowridin aint a sport its a way of life On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though If you see me in the fo creepin slow yo

Cruisin'

COOLIO "Gangsta's Paradise"
I love it when we're cruisin' together I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way Messin' with my girl's hair one of them games that we play Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Shine up your hoopty and fall in line Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon have a good time To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch me strippin' 40 Thevz Wino and gat got that back when we're dippin To the west coast down south in your direction Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that Take a ray all nice in back seat pete Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing teams Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip Leaning on his chest I feel security Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Cruisin' till the sunsets yep we'll be headin out Dippin' through the city me and my niggys what I'm talkin about I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65 Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down Park up at the spot I ain't gonna front I'm tryin to mess around Your homies still around Yeah they busy though That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin' Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back Trippin off into the night bumpin' to a fat track yeah I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us

Project Bitch

BIG TYMERS "Hood Rich"
(feat. Juvenile, Lil' Wayne) [Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads To the ladies havin babies without no drama To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a 'S' on yo' chest [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin they mouth on it An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] Give me a project bitch Give me a hoodrat chick One that don't give a fuck An say she took that dick [Verse 3: Juvenile] My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house So I rolled out scoped me an ounce sold out but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house Nigga started fuckin one of the broads cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million if you wanna take it there we can break it off cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all I'm tryin to hit ya from the back til ya holla, 'Good lord this motherfuckin dick good and it always be hard' [Chorus] [Verse 4: Baby] Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up Them white folks know the code so we g'd up an my range rover 4 door be d'd up Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck Project bosses Weezy say 'Respect Us' Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago I got a +Brat+ type bitch like to whine an shit I got a project bitch like to start some shit [Chorus til fade]

Project Chick

BIG TYMERS
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads To the ladies havin babies without no drama To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a S on yo' chest [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin they mouth on it An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] Give me a project bitch Give me a hoodrat chick One that don't give a fuck An say she took that dick [Verse 3: Juvenile] My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house So I rolled out scoped me an ounce sold out but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house Nigga started fuckin one of the broads cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million if you wanna take it there we can break it off cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all I'm tryin to hit ya from the back til ya holla, Good lord this motherfuckin dick good and it always be hard [Chorus] [Verse 4: Baby] Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up Them white folks know the code so we g'd up an my range rover 4 door be d'd up Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck Project bosses Weezy say Respect Us Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago I got a +Brat+ type bitch like to whine an shit I got a project bitch like to start some shit [Chorus til fade]

Jukebox Joints

ASAP ROCKY "At.Long.Last.A$AP"
[Hook - Joe Fox:] And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know She the type to seek love and make it everlasting I'm the type to wake up and say you're never having I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion But it's cold how we smashing Left her sleeping on a separate mattress I think her body makes for better practice Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko where your ass been?" Heard you done with fashion, now yo ass is acting I'm tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive This ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging This that dark house party with this record blasting Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean Huaraches I'm all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops culture I be damned if I die sober I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya [Hook] And shout outs my pretty women in the spot tonight Let em see them fuckin' hands And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls Cause I be playing with these womens like they're sex dolls Call my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next fall Don't you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball She said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spoken Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden" Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin' That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid Might add a preacher and a choir to it I speak the father's music, hallelujah Always Strive & Prosper, stupid Even Montell can't tell you how he do it Sit back and watch me do it [Hook] Okay let's get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughing off it I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I'm that important You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both acting awkward? Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar It's not just model bitches on my genitalia Did Azalea's from Australia, trips to Venezuela Cinderella's under my umbrella for different weather Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn't tell ya Niggas taking pictures any time we get together And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds Only one word I'm afraid of is the "love" word [Kanye West:] More power to you, more power to you my lovely one More power to you, more power to you my lonely one More power to you, more power to you my lovely one What's up bruh? That all depends With friends like you, who needs friends Sometimes the best advice is no advice Especially when it's your advice Man remember Your man was on stage dressed like a family member Man everything basic to Ye Guevara That means Saint Laurent is my Zara I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag #Fomo I got one child, one child But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more They wanna throw me under a white jail Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male Hallelujah

Legz Up

KING LIL G "Hood Money"
[Verse 1:] I'm on this l.a. shit Don't understand Why my game so sick California boys We run this bitch I say we run this bitch Let me tell you About a punk ass homie Hatin' on me Cause his bitch wanna blow me What can I do? She don't wanna get off me Bent on my dick From the minute she saw me Hell yeah I'm a tear that pussy up Take pictures of us Send 'em to you if you want Smack that From the back in her car I'm a smack that Like look muthafucka I got that [Hook:] Have a bitch like uughhh uuuuhh From the back like uughhh uuuuhh Up in the car like uughhh uuuuhh Legs up [Verse 2:] I said I'm creeping With my hat low Bitches love me Even though that I'm a asshole I'm a gangsta affiliate Affiliated with about a million Gang bangers full of tattoos If you want it don't trip We gettin' at you I hate a 2 face bitch Bitch made switch lanes betray quick Don't never trust them hoes Once I get 'em I fuck them hoes Get your heart broken Tryin' to love them hoes Oh that's them hoes? We fucking with the same bitch I know you love her But I never say shit I wouldn't do you like that I promise your bitch I wouldn't do it like that [Hook] [Verse 3:] I know my enemies love my swag So much they love my raps Bump my tracks Everywhere I go I show them bitches How to dip it real low I got the music Where the gangstas feel it Bump it in the hood And the dj spin it Bitches say ughh Like they bang no limit Like they bang no limit If she's taken that's my type Ring on the finger Bout to be your wife And we could keep it real low Put it in your mouth Let it hit your throat Play with it Don't stop - don't stop Just play with it Don't stop - don't stop I came with it Don't stop - don't stop Bout to rain in it [Hook]

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