Mike Jones feat. Paul Wall Lyrics
"Still Tippin'"

[Hook]
Still tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin' four fours

[Slim Thug]
Now look who creepin', look who crawlin', still ballin' in da mix
It's that 6'6, long dick slim nigga stickin yo chick
Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick at all times when I'm flippin'
Bar sippin', car dippin', Grant Wood grain grippin'
Still tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Pimpin' four hoes and I'm packin four fours
Blowin' on that Indo, Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand me cause I'm Boss Hog on candy
Top down at Maxi's with a big Glock 9 handy
Pieced up, creased up, stayin' dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell & Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm ridin', Spreewheels slidin' like a escapade
I got it made, da big boss of da north,
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House
HA!

[Hook]

[Mike Jones]
Four fours I'm tippin', wood grain I'm grippin'
Catch me lane switchin' with the paint drippin'
Turn your neck and yo dame missin'
Me and Slim, we ain't trippin'
I'm finger flippin' and syrup sippin'
Like Do Or Die I'm po' pimpin'
Car stop, rims keep spinnin'
I'm flippin' drops with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shakin' the block with four 18's, candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got dough, dough to burn wit a pint of lean
It takes a grindin' to be a king
It takes a grindin' to be a king
First-round draft pick comin', who is Mike Jones comin'
I'm slab shinin' with the grill and woman
I'm slab shinin' with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones, (who?) Mike Jones
The one and only, you can't clone me
Got a lot of haters and a lot homies
Some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me
I said!
Back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot, hoes all on me

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
What it do, its Paul Wall, I'm the peoples champ
My chain light up like a lamp cause now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawlin', similar to an ant cause I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got 84's pokin' out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth, princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my Range, drippin' stains when I switch lanes
Switch the name is still the same, SwishaHouse or Swishablast
Mike Jones, he runnin' the game and magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts, he made me hot, hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot, he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the Internet, going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so, Now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby, what you know bout me
I'm on that 5-9-00 Southle baby, holla at me

[Hook x2]