(feat. Paul Wall, Mike Jones)



[talking]

Know I'm tal'n bout, I'm tired of these old

Lame ass, lazy ass, don't wanna grind ass

But they wanna complain all the time ass

Wish they was me ass, know I'm tal'n bout

I worked for where I'm at, know I'm tal'n bout

Swishahouse Swishablast, Swishahouse Swishablast



[Hook x2]

Step ya game up partna, step ya game up

Step ya game up partna, step ya game up

Get on your grind and go get it, get your change up

You falling off homeboy, you better change up



[Paul Wall]

Have you ever, noticed the people that's lazy and lame

Be the same ones crying, and always complain

You on the sidelines partna, better get in this game

You need to change, if you trying to get change

You must of fell on your brain, as a little kid

You wanna shine then you gotta grind homeboy, that's just how it is

Handle your bis', you wishing on a star

For money, hoes, clothes and cars, but you walk by far

You think a Bentley, just gon fall out the sky

You spending all your money worrying about, being fly and getting high

Stick to the G-Code, all the rules still apply

You slacking on your hustle, boy you living a lie

You run a block a couple hours, then you start getting tired

So why hating everytime, I pull up on chrome wires

You need to wake up out your sleep, cause you falling off

Step ya game up, you getting soft, step it up



[Hook x2]



[Paul Wall]

Look here hold your nuts cuz, and swallow your fear

Your future's looking kinda shady, but I see quite clear

I'm riding in the fast lane, you still in first gear

You've been driving the same car, for the past five years

You claim to be a baller, but boy really you broke

I'm buying bottles, and you barely buying Hennessy and Coke

Take a good look in the mirror, you a joke

You was on the ship to success, but I guess you fell off the boat

You either leave or get left, buy or get bought

Break or get broke, cause it's teach or get taught

I'm the age of a student, but I'm teaching a lesson

Consider it a blessing, for you to be in my presence

You something like a has-been, you was hot back then

But now-a-days you ain't nothing, but some dust in the wind

Get with the time, and quit worrying about mine homie

Get on your grind, and everything gon turn out fine



[Hook x2]



[Mike Jones]

I be sick and tired of haters, hating on the fact that I made it

But it's a funny, a year ago y'all haters said I wouldn't make it

But now y'all saying I'm overrated, and I got too much hype

But back then you said I'll flop, cause my flow wasn't tight

A year ago, the whole world didn't know my name

So I had to get on my grind, and step up my game

My name Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone, wrecking tape decks

Collecting checks, while y'all sitting at home

A lot of people to this day, be talking down on my flow

But who you know get five thousand, for a flow or a show

Who say his name a hundred times, and still get love from his fans

Who blew up in seven months, and in popular demand

Who you know that got a movie, and some clothes coming out

Who spend shit for the ladies, to keep em running out

Mike Jones nigga, and don't you forget it

While you at home living po', I'm balling independent



[Hook x2]