Mike Jones Cuttin' Lyrics:
[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones,
Jones!! My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"
My album, "Who is Mike Jones?"

[Intro: samples and scratching]
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to
late trying to stop us now" "Swishahouse
we cuttin the finest, it's to late trying to stop
us now" "Swishahouse we cuttin the
finest, it's to late trying to stop us now"
"Swishahouse we cuttin the finest, it's to
late trying to stop us now"

[Mike Jones]
I keep that purple stuff, in my cup, diamonds
shine from princess cuts I stay on the grind,
stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink gon' po'
it up Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set
then throw it up Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk,
got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk Like Pastor
Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club,
blowin skunk I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise,
80 4's pokin out of my ride My name alone can't be
denied, my name alone can't be denied 2 8 1, 3 3
oh, eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the
low cause Mike Jones about to blow 2 8 1, 3 3 oh,
eight zero zero fo' Hit Mike Jones up on the low
cause Mike Jones about to blow If you don't work,
you don't eat, you don't grind, you don't shine So
the next time you come up to me and ask how I blew
put that on yo' mind If you don't work, you don't
eat, you don't grind, you don't shine So the next
time you come up to me and ask how I blew put that
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on yo' mind

[Chorus 2X: samples]
"You got drank, well po' it up; you claim a
set then throw it up" "You got drank,
well po' it up; you claim a set then throw it
up" "You got drank, well po' it up; you
claim a set then throw it up" "You got
dank let's blow it up, when my album stop I'ma
slow it up"

[Mike Jones]
You know me, I'm 'bout that paper, no time to deal
with haters Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike
Jones a paper chaser I hater I will erase if he
come trippin to my face Back then look in my do' I
was flippin yapes for the papes I swang from lane
to lane with one hand on the woodgrain The other
hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff H-Town
Houston Texas we jam music screwed up You better
throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts
Cause I - used to hustle hard on my block, laws
got hot so I shook the spot Started rappin to
stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot Now I'm
fin' to take it to the top I'ma run this shit when
my album drop So all you haters hatin on me,
thanks a lot y'all helped me out

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but
mainly foes I got candy color on butter
non-stoppers I call 'em cutters From 12 to 12 I'm
a hustler that came up, from a struggle I hustle
from noon to night, when I step in a room you see
ice I'm on my grind puttin it down so I can live
my life right I stay on the scene, lookin clean,
24's roll while I'm droppin screens Befo' I got a
major deal I was underground stackin green

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Cuttin', Mike Jones [end]