I Get High Mike Jones

(*talking*)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)
Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones
Put ya lighters up, put ya lighters up
Mike Jones-Jones-Jones, I get...

[Hook]
(high-high-high), Swishahouse we get
(high-high-high), Swishablast we get
(high-high-high), H-Town we get
(high-high-high), Harlem Nights we get
(high-high-high), my Screw Heads be getting
(high-high-high), the Dirty South be getting
(high-high-high), and Mike Jones be getting

[Mike Jones]
Green sticky, as long as it's do-do I ain't picky
If I sold pounds for two fifty, would you fuck with me
I'm sliding down Tidwell, candy blue V-12
I hit the club, with that do-do smell
I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones-Jones
That's gotta get full blown, before I grab the microphone
Let's get high, raise your lighters to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where music, and everything is in slow-mo
I'm sliding down Richmond, top and bottom glissening
I got something to say, so please listen