Mike Jones Al Kapone E-40 and Jones Mike - Im Da Man Lyrics

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Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
Hoes on my dick, 'cause they know I'm da mayn!

Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man
I'm in the V.I.P. cause I'm very im-por-tant
Unfortunately I see some niggaz I can't stand (I can't staind)
So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should
We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood

Uhh, so what y'all wanna do? I got a hundred dudes
We got a hundred tools, tryin' to get on somethin' new
You married to the ave and still datin'
I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum
Stop hatin', I ride with my crimeys in crime
I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go!

I'm buyin my yola, you gettin' chronic
I'm tryin' to go out the park, you tryin' to bunt it
So you know if I drop it then it's a hit
The game got it in my grip like a catcher's mitt

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Mike Jones, geyeah!
Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment
Sick Wid It baby, geyeah!

You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin' up
Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin' up
My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up
Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up
Hold 'em up, who dat is representin' the South
With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I'm a king
April 18th I'm droppin' "The American Dream"
I'm 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane
E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain
Gettin' change, we grippin' grain in the turnin' lane
with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change

Mike Jones, I'm sittin' sideways in my dropper
Lookin' out for coppers, checkin' these boppers
Mike Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh
8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that

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[E-40 - echoes each phrase]
Uhhhh, actin' bad, showin' my ass
Havin' my cash, rappin' fast
Duke of the ave, slangin' them sacks
Like a sack, smokin' grass
Blazin' the block, sellin' that hot
Slickin' the cops, pushin' that rock
Totin' them chops, open up shop
Punchin' the clock, pistols cocked
Havin' my change, drivin' a Range
Switchin' the lanes, hyphy train
Claim to fame, makin' a name
Deep in the game, what set you claim
Doin' it movin, hoes be choosin'
Cause we winnin', and y'all losin'
Big tycoon, drinkin' pukin'
Niggaz' feudin', fightin', shootin'

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