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mike jones – turning lane… lyrics

who? mike jones!! who? mike jones!! who? mike jones!!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo’ baby, geah!

[chorus: mike jones]
i’m holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
tv screens rain in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
i’m gettin brain from yo’ dame in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
i’m holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
my candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane
i got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane – in the turnin lane

[mike jones]
i got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin; in the turnin lane
diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin; in the turnin lane
screens fall, 24’s crawl; in the turnin lane
you know me, i ain’t trippin ’bout the laws; in the turnin lane
me and mellow pull up real slow; to the turnin lane
whip lookin like it’s in a car show; in the turnin lane
my neck wrist and fist filled with snow; in the turnin lane
call me conceited cause i jam my own clothes; in the turnin lane
while i’m waitin i blow green and sip lean; in the turnin lane
seems like this light ain’t gon’ never turn green; in the turnin lane
but i ain’t rushin because i got time, try to keep up behind
and i’ma hit ya with that nine; see in the turnin lane
piece and chain icy rang showin; in the turnin lane
show my grills and diamonds start glowin; in the turnin lane
i’m jammin screw music while i’m waitin; in the turnin lane
“who is mike jones?” antic-p-ted; in the turnin lane

[chorus]

[mike jones]
i’ll leave some cats aside quick; in the turnin lane
them boys really think they’re slick; in the turnin lane
but if they even try trippin; in the turnin lane
i’ma have to empty out my clip; in the turnin lane
i keep my eyes wide open; in the turnin lane
me and my infrared dot scopin; in the turnin lane
haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause i’m lookin great
don’t wanna grind just wanna hate, you crummy and i’ll run yo ‘plate
i’m mike jones – who? mike jones, from the dirty south
they say my grill clean so you know i ain’t got no dirty mouth
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo’
hit mike jones up on the low cause mikes jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo’
hit mike jones up on the low cause mikes jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo’
hit mike jones up on the low cause mikes jones about to blow

[chorus]

[mike jones]
i ride on the sw-ng, i grip on woodgrain
i sip on purple drink rover range in the turnin lane
i got escalade esv’s in my drop i watch dvd’s
now i’m hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me; in the turnin lane
but befo’ all this fame came, i sold cocaine to maintain
day to day grind to stackin change, i did it to have thangs
now i’m in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin
i got diamonds in my grill, you can’t tell when i’m grinnin; in the turnin lane
befo’ i got on a major, i was underground stackin that paper
career pimps players and hustlers don’t mess with them haters
my alb-m – “who is mike jones” in ya sto’
my alb-m – “who is mike jones” in ya sto’ – cause

[chorus – 2x]

- mike jones lyrics

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