Mike Jones - Pac Man lyrics

First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones" First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones" First Round, First Round Draft Picks comin', "Who Is Mike Jones" (Mike Jones) Might see me flippin' in with the top pushed back Took off my Roc-A-Wear and threw on my throw-back Do'Do I blow dat cuz I'm who? Mike Jones Who-Who Mike Jones, Who-Who Mike Jones I come threw ya hood and I'm bouta rock the block When I add 22's and subtract the rag-top I got the candy paint shinin' on the 5 or 6 hundred 4-8-4-18's dumpin' so I know you hear me comin' My album, Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno T-Fast right behind me in a candy lambo' Rambo is who I act like, on a dude I get's like Now I'm in the spot-light, platinum teeth shinin' bright When I speak, hoes weap Haters know they can't compete With Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones I got love for all my fans that's jammin' my sh** DJ's don't stop, keep playin' my sh** In the club, keep em'-keep em' crunked up Don't step in the club if you ain't gettin' f**ed up I'm talkin' bout gettin throw'd Ridin-ridin' 84's Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit cuz I got suicide do's Lil mama spread ya legs Before that gimme head Before I let you f** you gotta s** my 3rd leg Cuz Mike Jones is the one and only Yall n***az can't clone me Get off my dick, get ya own style and quit being phony Hoes on me cuz I'm real When I smile platinum grill Candy paint wood-wheel Spreewell's on my 5th wheel I'm the don, you the son You number 2, I'm #1 With 23's sittin' under me In plushed seats, poke'mon seats First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones First Round-First Round Draft Picks comin', Who Is Mike Jones comin' Now I got that off my mind Barba-kit watch it fall down SwishaHouse we platinum bound It's to late try and stop us now Lemme get back up on the flow Had a fro' but cut it low To the wood, fo' bust fo' Is what I claim until I go Got much love for Boss Hogg Chamillionaire and Paul Wall Like Yao Ming I stand tall You got screens well let em' fall 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 come I'ma sow it up Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones-Jones Mike-Mike Jones-Jones, Mike-Mike Jones [Repeat til' the end of song]