Letra Turning lane... de Mike Jones

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 holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Piece and chain shinin in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
TV screens rain in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I´m gettin brain from yo´ dame in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I´m holdin wood wheel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
My candy paint leavin stains in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
Them cats a muggin better chill in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin lane - in the turnin lane

[Mike Jones]
I got that candy paint drippin, dabbers spinnin; in the turnin lane
Diamonds shinin, fifth wheel reclinin; in the turnin lane
Screens fall, 24´s crawl; in the turnin lane
You know me, I ain´t trippin ´bout the laws; in the turnin lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow; to the turnin lane
Whip lookin like it´s in a car show; in the turnin lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow; in the turnin lane
Call me conceited cause I jam my own clothes; in the turnin lane
While I´m waitin I blow green and sip lean; in the turnin lane
Seems like this light ain´t gon´ never turn green; in the turnin lane
But I ain´t rushin because I got time, try to keep up behind
and I´ma hit ya with that nine; see in the turnin lane
Piece and chain icy rang showin; in the turnin lane
Show my grills and diamonds start glowin; in the turnin lane
I´m jammin Screw music while I´m waitin; in the turnin lane
"Who is Mike Jones?" anticipated; in the turnin lane

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
I´ll leave some cats aside quick; in the turnin lane
Them boys really think they´re slick; in the turnin lane
But if they even try trippin; in the turnin lane
I´ma have to empty out my clip; in the turnin lane
I keep my eyes wide open; in the turnin lane
Me and my infrared dot scopin; in the turnin lane
Haters hate to congratulate, mad at me cause I´m lookin great
Don´t wanna grind just wanna 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 woodgrain
I sip on purple drink Rover Range in the turnin lane
I got Escalade ESV´s in my drop I watch DVD´s
Now I´m hot hoes peepin me spittin game and come home with me; in the turnin lane
But befo´ all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stackin change, I did it to have thangs
Now I´m in it to win it drop the top 24 spinnin
I got diamonds in my grill, you can´t tell when I´m grinnin; in the turnin lane
Befo´ I got on a major, I was underground stackin 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 2x]