[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Pimpin’ four hoes
And now I’m packin’ four 4’s
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Now look who creepin’ look who crawlin’ still balling in the mix
It’s that six six long dick Slim nigga stick in yo’ chick
Pullin’ tricks, lookin’ slick and on times when I’m flippin’
Bar sippin’, car dippin’
Grand wood grain grippin’
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Pimpin’ four hoes
And I’m packing four 4’s
Blowin’ on that endo
Gamecube Nintendo
5% tint, so you can’t see up in my window
These niggaz don’t understand me cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi’s wit’ a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up, staying dressed to impress
Big Boss belt buckle under my Mitchell ‘N’ Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a Escapade
I got it made the Big Boss of the north
Ain’t shit changed I still represent Swisha House
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Pimpin’ four hoes
And now I’m packin’ four 4’s
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Big thangs
Big bitch watch big diamond rangs
My niggaz up in da club be off the chain
They up front wid the niggaz take off ya chain
Are ’til the hollow tips hit the frame
We can brawl or runfor ya life man
Got a little candy paint a little wheel chrome
Lil’ wood grain a nigga money loan
I call shots whoo! bitch never call me Suge
The fuck I want in yo’ hood
We just slip by real slow
I ain’t shootin’ but I can on the wheel though
We just slip by real slow
I ain’t shootin’ but I can on the wheel though
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
If I came out ya mouth
With an AK shells goin’ straight thorugh ya house
Raise the hell ’til ya whole block clean
Hit ’em all up bow bow then we out
Fuck where you from, fuck what you ’bout
We can get it poppin’ might start droppin’
Face start watching niggaz start talkin’
Death is knnockin’ at yo’ front door
Y’all don’t want war
Talk when ya want we’ll meet yo’ coffin
It ain’t gon’ stop any glock get it poppin’
Bitch keeps runnin’, screamin’ and hollerin’
These niggaz wanna see what its like when you get shot
Wanna get jacked wit’ a iced out watch
Our tour bus filled up with guns
I ain’t tryna go out like Big and Pun
[Verse 4: Mike Jones]
Four 4’s I’m tippin’
Wood grain I’m grippin’
Catch me lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’
Turn yo’ neck and your dame missin’
Me & Slim we ain’t trippin’
I’m finger flippin’ and syrup sippin’
Like Do or Die I’m po’ pimpin’
Car stop rims keep spinnin’
I’m flippin’ drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I’m shakin’ the block with four 18s
Candy green with 11 screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got Doe-Doe the brown with a pint of lean
It takes a grinda to be a king
It takes a grinda to be a king
First round draft pick coming
Who is Mike Jones ? coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I’m Mike Jones who Mike Jones
The one and only
You can’t clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies
Some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn’t want me
Now I’m hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn’t want me
Now I’m hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn’t want me
Now I’m hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn’t want me
Now I’m hot hoes all on me
[Verse 5: Paul Wall]
What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp
I’m probably similar to an ant, cuz I’m low to the earth
People’s feelings get hurt
When they figure out what I’m worth
I got 84s, pokin’ out
At the club I’m showing out
I’m a playa, ain’t no doubt
Hoes wanna know what I’m ‘bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth
Princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my Range
Dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name
It’s still the same
Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game
And magnificent ‘bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot
Hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot and he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the Internet goin’ nuts
But T. Pharis got my back so now I’m holdin’ my nuts
It’s Paul Wall baby, what you know ‘bout me
I’m on that 5-9 south lead baby holla at me
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Still tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Tippin’ on four 4’s
Wrapped in four 4’s
Pimpin’ four hoes
And now I’m packin’ four 4’s
