Laws Patrolling Lyrics & Tabs by Mike Jones

Laws Patrolling

guitar chords lyrics

Mike Jones

Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones!

Shyeah, keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
It's going down
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
Shyeah, they see me doin' my shit, that's why they in my mix
Jackers plotting along, watching like I'm moving bricks
But I ain't move nothin', I'm on my grind hustling

Shyeah, they see me doin' my shit, that's why they in my mix
Jackers plotting along, watching like I'm moving bricks
But I ain't move nothin', 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 gonna 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!
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
The way that I pull up, I got the jackers lookin' 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
'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
Tryin' 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
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
I'm down the boulevard flippin', jammin', still tippin'
See them jackers watchin', like I ain't payin' attention
But really, I'm lookin' 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 niggaz 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 De Ville, you crumb niggaz 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
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down
Even though the law's patrollin'
Them jackers get rolling, so they can't out hold it
'Cause I ain't about to go down