Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!! Who? Mike Jones!!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah!

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
I'm holding wood wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane
Piece and chain shining in the turning lane, in the turning lane
TV screens rain in the turning lane, in the turning lane
I'm getting brain from yo' dame in the turning lane, in the turning lane
I'm holding wood wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane
My candy paint leaving stains in the turning lane, in the turning lane
Them cats a mugging better chill in the turning lane, in the turning lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turning lane, in the turning lane

[Mike Jones]
I got that candy paint dripping, dabbers spinning, in the turning lane
Diamonds shining, fifth wheel reclining, in the turning lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turning lane
You know me, I ain't tripping 'bout the laws, in the turning lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow, to the turning lane
Whip looking like it's in a car show, in the turning lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow, in the turning lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes, in the turning lane
While I'm waiting I blow green and sip lean, in the turning lane
Seems like this light ain't gon' never turn green, in the turning lane
But I ain't rushing because I got time, try to keep up behind
and I'ma hit ya with that nine, see in the turning lane
Piece and chain icy rang showing, in the turning lane
Show my grills and diamonds start glowing, in the turning lane
I'm jamming Screw music while I'm waiting, in the turning lane
"Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated, in the turning lane

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I'll leave some cats aside quick, in the turning lane
Them boys really think they're slick, in the turning lane
But if they even try tripping, in the turning lane
I'ma have to empty out my clip, in the turning lane
I keep my eyes wide open, in the turning lane
Me and my infrared dot scoping, in the turning lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I'm looking great
Don't want to grind just want to hate, you crummy and I'll run yo 'plate
I'm Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones, from the Dirty South
They say my grill clean so you know I ain't got no dirty mouth
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mikes Jones about to blow

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I ride on the swang, I grip on wood grain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turning lane
I got Escalade ESV's in my drop I watch DVD's
Now I'm hot hoes peeping me spitting game and come home with me, in the turning lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stacking change, I did it to have thangs
Now I'm in it to win it drop the top 24 spinning
I got diamonds in my grill, you can't tell when I'm grinning, in the turning lane
Befo' I got on a major, I was underground stacking that paper
Career pimps players and hustlers don't mess with them haters
My album, "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto'
My album, "Who is Mike Jones" in ya sto', cause

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : SEARS, ANTHONY/JONES, MIKE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.