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Say Magic, I want you to go to H-Town Right quick, get with Bun and Mike Jones, That's my dog. Yeah, get with Bun and Mike Jones and get that fat dog and bring it Back to me, a'ight? Oh, yeah, yeah, Yeah. Mm-hmm. I just know You just need to come on, come on. You can find me on 24s, blowing on a Pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, Sitting behind tint getting bent. You can't see me but you smell the smoke, Oh yeah. You can find me on 24s, blowing on a Pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, Sitting behind tint getting bent. You can't see me but you smell the smoke, Oh yeah. Now what you know about that H-Town, Clutch City, the throne is? With them big body slab swangas on the grind And you know this. Got them buttons and bumper Kits, them buckles and belts. Pimp top trunk and shiny grill, keeping it trill With ourselves. We break left in Lac turn to The right and bust this block off. And One Time roll up, we ain't finna turn This knock off. I'ma crank this around us and Show 'em my bang. And if we need us another corner to swang, It ain't a thing. We got that Third Ward, That Yellowstone, Fifth Ward, and the Acres. The Dirty Dub back to the Southside, we boulevard Breakers. So anywhere you wanna take us, Guarantee you we show 'em up. I'ma crack 'em like a seal on the PT And pour him up. Call Paul Wall or OG Ron C to slow 'em up. So if y'all repping some down-ass hood player, Then throw 'em up. Keep the trillness in front Of me and them haters behind me. So Magic, if you looking for Bun B, that's How you gon' find me, my nigga. You can find me on 24s, blowing on a Pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, Sitting behind tint getting bent. You can't see me but you smell the smoke, Oh yeah. You can find me on 24s, Blowing on a pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, sitting behind tint Getting bent. You can't see me but you smell The smoke, oh yeah. I'm on the 10 going west and I'm headed Straight to the H. From Louisiana, got money to make. They got some bitches I didn't cut, some clubs I didn't crash. Some bars I haven't run up The tab on a nigga ass. Neglecting my nuts, I work too much. Fuck getting tipsy, trying to get fucked up. I need some bird to sip so I can Lean in my cut, dog. Eyes focused on pussy, run some G on a Damn broad. I'm with Bun and Mike Gizzle, sipping and dipping 'til at least seven in the morning. My 24s, I call 'em the ho catchers. Catch the type of hoes that wouldn't usually sweat Ya. Betcha I do it bigger than y'all. 40 gals on call to entertain my dogs. Just bring me some good and a big fat Goose so I can puff and blow the smoke On a hater like you. You can find me on 24s, blowing on a Pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, Sitting behind tint getting bent. You can't see me but you smell the smoke, Oh yeah. You can find me on 24s, Blowing on a pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, sitting behind tint Getting bent. You can't see me but you smell The smoke, oh yeah. Making money is all I know, 24s is all I roll. Killer dro, that's all I blow. In the limelight, I shine and glow. With Mr. Magic and Bun B, wanna live lavish And chrome with me. As I flip the script In my Humvee, grinding for my currency. 281-330-8004, get Mike Jones up on the low 'cause Mike Jones about to blow. I'm in the Lac, black on black balling. 24s and up when I'm crawling. Grind daily to keep from falling. Got high, now the majors calling. I'm Mike Jones, putting it down for Swishahouse. With Prince of Cuts all in my mouth, representing That Dirty South. I stay on the grind from Nine to nine, hoping, praying one day I'll shine. Body Head, Swishahouse, and Middle Finger, We on the grind. I'm in the Benz on The Riz, 24s in the wind. My daily routine is pimping pins, my daily routine Is pimping pins. I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Mike Jones. Swishahouse and Body Head, baby. You can find me on 24s, blowing on a Pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, Sitting behind tint getting bent. You can't see me but you smell the smoke, Oh yeah. You can find me on 24s, Blowing on a pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind, sitting behind tint Getting bent. You can't see me but you smell The smoke, oh yeah. Look here, partner. You're too wet behind the ears And you're too dry on the nose. Know what I'm talking about? What you need to Do is jump yourself up in the slab, catch A corner with a trill player like myself. I'ma flip you through H-Town, know what I'm saying? I'ma keep it real with you. I'ma pour you a ski taste, know what saying? I'ma twist you up a Swisher, you know what Saying? Go hit the Northside, Southside, Southwest. I got them Body Head boys with me, Baby. It don't get no triller than this here, Know what I'm talking about?