[Mike Jones]
It`s Mike Jones, back on the track
I pack a gat, when I`m in the `lac
I wreck a track, title wack
To make sho` my paper stack
If I don`t grind, then I don`t shine
If I don`t shine, I get left behind
I hit the block, stack a knot
And shake the spot for one time
I keep my business on the lo-lo
`Cause haters snitch and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my 4-do
Caren colored coated Volvo
I wreck the mic everywhere I go
My name heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you know
You tryed to deny but I know you know
If you wanna get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a flow
Hit 281-330-8004
If you wanna get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a flow
Hit 281-330-8004
[Tum-Tum]
Swang the Pacific in the DSR boat
I flip a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I`m puttin` diamonds all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS`s gone glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I wasn`t on tools
I eat at places where they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can`t read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five thou bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I`m big homie with the rocks
Look at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, hood boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was Jones
You lookin` at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the throne
[Paul Wall]
When you see me on the block, I`m on my grind (I`m on my grind)
And when I`m ducked off in the trap it`s hustle time (It`s hustle time)
I`m bout my paper, bout my cash, I`m bout that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I`ma soldier, I`ll take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause time fly`s fast
Opportunities past but I`m still the same ol` G (Same ol` G)
Reebok`s and white-t`s, I`m still the same ol` me (Same ol` me)
When you see me at the club, I`m at the bar (I`m at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix then she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don`t want me, she just boppin` off my car (Off my car)
I`ma player, I`ma hustler, I`ma mac (I`ma mac)
Candy paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin` kinda damp, Paul Wall the people`s champ
I wonder what them haters think about that (`Bout that)
[Magnificent]
I`ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and make hoe`s say Have Mercy
Like uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin` haters in it, I`m in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin`, when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint look like little skittles
I`m in Dallas on that 635
I get brain from 6:30 til 6:35
Make them hoes go-live
New 4`s buck-high
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
After I nut it`s like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach truck on choppers
Glad that I made it, it`s never been fun of the struggle
`Cause these chips on my shoulders ain`t Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, it`s Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team Part 3
Nigga
