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
Перевод: Minutemen. Тур-шпиль (Mike Watt) Родился в сарай с G.
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
you can call at 2 n the morning Chorus: Ice Cube Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not just knee deep, she was O.G
rid of it I'm past/passed present, everyday is December 25th Jolly ol' St. Nicholas take a pick Admire my style, flier than kid Icarus [Chorus - Mike
, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and this is hustler music We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike
say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin
alone that really Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor
like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *