Still Tippin - Mike Jones ft Paul Wall & Slim Thug

Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-f...o's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Now look who creepin', look who crawlin', still ballin' in the mix
It's that six-six, long dick, slim nigga stickin' your chick
Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick at all times when I'm flippin'
Barre sippin', car dippin', Grant wood grain grippin'
Still tippin' on four fours (still tippin' on four fours)
Wrapped in four Vogues (wrapped in four Vogues)
Pimpin' four hoes (pimpin' four hoes)
And I'm packin' four-fours (and I'm packin' four-fours)
Blowin' on that indo', GameCube, Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggas don't understand me 'cause I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top-down at Maxi's with a big Glock nine 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', Sprewells slidin' like an escapade
I got it made, the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed, I still represent Swisha House, huh?
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Big things, big wrist watch, big diamond rings
My niggas love in the club be off the chain
They all front making niggas take off they chains
You can run to the holotape, picture frame
You can ball up and hang on for your life, man
Got a little candy paint, a little bit of chrome
A little wood grain, a nigga money long
Call shots in this bitch like a boss should
Get the fuck I want in your hood
I cruise your strip riding real slow
I ain't shooting but I can in a wheel though
I cruise your strip riding real slow
I ain't shooting but I can in a wheel though
Say my name out your mouth or the AK shells come straight in your house
Take another friend to your whole block man
Hit 'em all up, boom, boom, then we out
Fuck where you from, nigga fuck what you 'bout
You can get it popping, bodies start dropping
Feds start watching, niggas start talking
Death is knocking at your front door
Niggas really don't want war
Talking and walking will meet your coffin
Ain't no stopping, the Glock get to popping
Bitch niggas running, screaming and hollering
Wanna see what it's like when you get shot?
Wanna get jacked or your ice all white?
My tour bus filled up with guns
I ain't trying to go out like Biggie
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Fo-fo's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane-switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame listen
Me and Slim we ain't tripping
I'm figure flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm pole pimping
Car stop, rims keep spinning
I'm flip and drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four 18s
Tinted green with 11 screens
My gasoline always Supreme
Got dotted the brain with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First round drop piece coming
Who is Mike Jones coming?
Slout shining with the grill and woman
Slout shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones
The one and only, you can't clone me
Got a lot of haters and a lot of 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
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s
What it do it's Paul Wall, I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp 'cause now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling 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 80-fo's poking out
At the club I'm showing out
I'm a player, 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
Switched the name, it's 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 goin' nuts
But T, Farris got my back, so now I'm holdin' my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby, what you know 'bout me?
I'm on that five, nine Southlea, baby, holla at me
Still tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Tippin' on fo'-fo's, wrapped in fo'-vouges
Pimpin' fo' hoes and I'm packin' fo' -'s +