Laws Patrolling Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

[Mike Jones] 

Who?! Mike Jones [Repeat: x3] 

Shyeah! 

Keep ya eyes open 

For them jackers, baby 

It's going down 

[Chorus Lil' Bran: x2] 

Even though the laws patrolling 

Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it 

Cause I ain't about to go down 

[Verse 1: Mike Jones] 

They see me doing my shit, that's why they in my miix 

Jackers plotting along watching like I'm moving bricks 

But I ain't move nothing, I'm on my grind hustling 

Come at me wrong and my chrome gon' give you a concussion 

I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs 

But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best 

With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest 

I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect 

Myself, because they ain't finna get me 

I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy 

Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones 

Who! Mike Jones 

[Chorus: x2] 

[Verse 2: CJ] 

The way that I pull up, I got the jackers looking at me 

24's and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie 

And I don't give a damn if they rollin', cause my top gets folden 

The AK I'm holding (Lil' Bran: Cause I ain't about to go down) 

Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy 

You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know 

I'm on a mission to get paid 

Trying to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed 

And I ain't knockin' ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt 

In the heat of the moment, let's see if that heat gon buck first 

And I'm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat 

And if I do get jacked, you better believe I'm coming back in all black 

CJ! 

[Chorus: x2] 

[Verse 3: Mellow] 

I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin' "Still Tippin" 

See them jackers watching like I ain't payin' attention 

But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly 

Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly 

Cause I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us 

No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gon' be my back up 

Act up: If you wanna and I swear you'll be a goner 

I put it all on my mama, you niggas don't want no drama 

It's Mellow, king of the hill, don't think I ain't holding that steel 

When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggas better chill 

I'm from the streets I'm real, I grind hard for the scrill 

I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels 

[Chorus: x2]