[Mike Jones] MIKE JONES! For the latest baby! Who? Mike Jones! [3x] (Yeeah!) This here for the latest mang You know what im sayin I know I aint
Huh, I got this special kind of something Somebody said, that I would make it big Somebody said, I would be the kid To go all the way, to go all the way
I've been around the world Had my pick of any girl You'd think I'd be happy But I'm not Everybody knows my name But it's just a crazy game Oh, it's
Obie, yo I'm sick Damn, you straight dog? That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes
A DIFFERENT KIND OF FLOWER WRITER GARY SEFTON She came down from Boston to be closer to her mother and try to taste a little of country life. She was
I just don't like this kind of livin' I'm tired of doin' all the givin' I give my all and sit and yearn And get no lovin' in return And I just don't like
Some guys have all the luck Some guys have all the fun Some guys have all the luck, all the luck Oo, what you gonna do when your luck begins to run?
Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop wit us As long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut. Same way I came up, all my triple ovals
Your kind of living has got me to wishing that I had never even heard your name While my name you're wearing with barroom trash a sharing Dragging it
I'm tryna to figure out why I keep falling for men like you You tell me all the things that the last one said And you buy me all the same things too Everytime
When I was younger I never went too far Held my feelings I never even wanted to start Till when I met you I didn't know What you were gonna do With my
My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch 'Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all My bitch don't blink, she don't even think About money or fuckin' mall My kind
Were the J J Boys on the microphone stand Kickina?? it live with a Faygo in our hand Master t is on the table, not working in the stable And on his Adidas
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks Boy you better look out, you're gonna get hooked Don't you ever feel guilty when you come up short Man
I was born the running kind with leaving always on my mind Home was never home to me at any time Every front door found me hoping, I would find the back
WRONG KIND OF GIRL (Bobbie Carroll) « © '60 Husky Music » I grew up fast I acted too wild So they called me the wrong kind of girl Now
I walk the line because he make me want to Because he's mine, there's a lot of things that I don't do And it makes me proud to tell someone he's mine
Anyone can read the signs Or the writing on the wall It?s all right there to see Except someone like me Who can?t see the truth at all It takes a special