Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Mike Jones - Laws patrolling ------------------------------------------ [Intro: Mike Jones] Who?! Mike Jones [3x] Shyeah! Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby Itīs going down [Chorus: Lilī Bran 2x] Even though the laws patrolling Them jackers get rolling, so they canīt out hold it Cause I ainīt about to go down [Verse 1: Mike Jones] They see me doing my shiit, thatīs why they in my miix Jackers plotting along watching like Iīm moving bricks But I ainīt move nothing, Iīm on my grind hustling Come at me wrong and my chrome gonī 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, Iīm here to serve and protect Myself, because they ainīt finna get me Iīm in the club sober as fuck and you wonīt catch me tipsy Nigga! Yeah! Iīm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2: CJ] The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin at me 24īs and swingers, sold the candy and got me caffie And I donīt give a damn if they rollinī, cause my top gets folden The AK Iīm holding (Lilī Bran: Cause I ainīt about to go down) Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat, clothes tryinī to jack playboy You get three slugs to ya throat and Iīm foī shoī cause they donīt know Iīm on a mission to get paid Tryin to plot or set me up you get ya whole block sprayed And I ainīt knockinī ya hustle but a hollow head will hurt In the heat of the moment, letīs see if that heat gon buck first And Iīm a aim for the worst to make a jacker fall flat And if I do get jacked, you better believe Iīm coming back in all black CJ! [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: Mellow] Iīm down the boulevard flippinī, jamminī "Still Tippin" See them jackers watching like I aint payinī attention But really, Iīm looking at them boys like they silly Cause I know their handguns ainīt gonī fuck wit this Milly Cause Iīm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us No need to call the po po, cause my fo fo gonī be my back up Act up: If you wanna and I swear youīll be a goner I put it all on my mama, you niggaz donīt want no drama Itīs Mellow, king of the hill, donīt think I ainīt holding that steel When I pull up in that Deville, you crumb niggaz better chill Iīm from the streets Iīm real, I grind hard for the scrill I major without a deal, gotta keep it hot wheels [Chorus 2x]