Mike Jones | Lyrics | U Ballin [Remix][*]

You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs and your name
They be calling, calling, calling, calling

You balling, if you push a candy color with butter on cutters
You got a flock of girls and they all know each other
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers

I can catch boppers like Paul Wall with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong and she gon' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave, 'cause I be spitting my game so real

I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage
Independently paid, living lovely and laid

I never ever cheap talk, 'cause I got a platinum grill
I changed the game over with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon
My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon

Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly
T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly
Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last
Police pull me over, so they could play my Dream cast

And my XBox, I got stubborn rims
They keep going, even when I say stop
Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP
And this is just rookie year

Is a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby
I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling
I'm the definition of balling playboy

You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs and your name
They be calling, calling, calling, calling