- Artist: Mickey Dee
- Album:
- Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
- Playtime: 2:58
Like Mike
Written, produced, recorded and mixed by M.Barr in Tha Boof, Portland, OR. All instruments arranged by M. Barr.
VERSE 1: Spittin shit wickedly in my jeep, grab the whip and keys/ Hit the streets, as I make the crowd grip their seats/ I’m a fricken G, make you wish you’re as slick as me/ Dawg, you’re a stick of chicken meat and I’m Mickey Dee/ I’m getting cheese, the sickest beats you hitches seen/ So hit this weed til you flip, cuz your lips are green/ An epiphany, I’ll split your spleen when I get the heat/ Your tits rip the seams, bitches please, those are Triple C’s/ Bless you, cuz damn those are the best boobs/ I’ll text you, or let’s sneak into the restroom/ I’ll undress you, then check you like a chess move/ and sex you, makin chemistry with my test tube/ Ow!...That’s a flesh wound/ ‘What?’ I’m just tryna impress you/ Sorry I don’t want you runnin off with the next dude/ Is it love? It might be/ So hold on to me tightly/ Girl, and just remember that nobody’s like me// CHORUS: Yeah, we’re always ridin through/ And we bump this track every time we do/ There’s a sub woof and some rough crooks in the back/ And enough tush to give the whole hood some ass/ I got a rhyme book of lies, and tight beats/ But you’re to blind to see I just write each/ The name is Mike B/ I’m a white G/ And that’s precisely why nobody is quite like me// VERSE 2: You’ll be dealin the dro/ Sellin pills I suppose/ While I’ll be reelin the dough/ Swimmin in a million or more/ I’m the illest of pros/ Realer than a silicone nose/ Cuz I’m stealin your shows/ On your stage and killin these flows/ Yeah, I’m feelin ya bro/ But you’re still just a foe/ A villain fo sho/ A goblin, a Willem Dafoe/ You can tell she’s a ho/ Cuz she’s willin to blow/ From the ceilin to floor/ But I’m from the Felonz you know/ We’re better than most, so don’t go fuckin with my crew/ You’re wretched and gross, stinkin up when we ride through/ You could never diss this record that I wrote, but you try to/ Dawg, you can’t spit as cleverly and dope as I do// CHORUS// Put yo hands up! x7// CHORUS//