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grosse pointe blank - mike oxlong lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, mike on the mic
if you know what i mean, anyways
let it run!

[verse 1]
i got a f*cking piece of weed rolled, would you go ahead and try it
don’t act like mike never told you to buy it
autograph from my idol, can’t believe i didn’t get a rejection
picture me in a ferrari maranello as my selection
while i have 7 other sports car in my collection
wait a minute, mike’s going to whole new direction
i’m eating more in this rap game too, why are you still alive
mikes dirty actions are too hairy to hide
getting my oil like i’m f*cking george w. bush but he’s waiting to arrive
bad influences want to die, back then good and well i couldn’t drive
delete your off my mind, i think mike is ready to switch
switch jobs, like i’m sorry mom i have to ditch
wanna see me working at mcdonalds or making music, which one do you pick?
more mature sh*t talk, you call a b*tch a b*tch, and not a witch
motherf*ckers in bar handled beef with a bottle
and take mike as your conscious or role model
[chorus]
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)

[verse 2]
f*ck being known as a daredevil because really i can’t see
mike falling 100 f*cking feet to his death just to land on a taxi
i sorry big, but sometimes your beats are too tacky
so we f*cking got to do it together just to set this beat on fire
then i write every single sentence it requires
i’m witnessing record labels backfire
when i was a little kid, i told the teacher my dad was a liar
but not a lawyer
can’t n0body handle the projects, bunch of f*ckin’ t**th destroyers
and the f*cking prostitutes, suggest you avoid her
go to the store, go home, put up the bulletproof windows
tell you to leave mike alone, keeping sh*t simple
getting rich by 50 cents, pop white people like a pimple
mike is a f*cking star dawg, mike’s off the twinkle twinkle
10*year veteran, not in rap, but when constantly smoking that fine green
and guess what? mike ain’t real good on keeping his mouth clean
question myself, am i half black and half a bean
if you don’t like my sh*t, you suck my d*ck
i would rather be f*cking b*tches with clothes tighter than skinny jeans
just so you get the picture right, i only smoke weed but don’t snort that crack
mike’s not no teacher to tell you where the f*cking studio’s at
i’m not your f*cking abusive father to give you a f*cking smack
mike is not all for that, if you want it, he’ll come and bring it back
[chorus]
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)

[verse 3]
ok, ok, i get it, but i’m feeling tired
but i ain’t gonna quit, i got still got 8 more albums left till i retire
beef is like 2 guns, of course the another one is gonna backfire
oh f*ck man, i’m out of beef, well not really, it just expired
ludacris, man get the f*ck out my way, beep beep
i already knew from this town that the jeepers creep
of course i know the movie was cheap, i sure could go to sleep
picture me diving in the crowd full of white girls
should mike switch from rap to r&b?
picture me with a bunch of chains, all on mtv
mikes ego boost, so if you try something, get kicked in the knee
can you find a corny line, here, i give you one for free
p*ss on your grave, pee pee, pee, pee
talking to you, you’re not listening, is my mouth even working?
mikes gon’ deliver to you, a package of my d*ck for flirting
i put in work so no f*cking refunds, well no returning
back at grosse pointe blank, i’m back
[chorus]
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)
may i have your attention please, get up your knees
mike has returned to grosse pointe blank
i have returned to grosse pointe blank
your just a fish, swimming in a beer*full tank
and i’m just a big fish living in burbank (hold up)

[outro]
mike baby, mike’s homeboy, 2003
past 2002, it 2003 now, moving onto 2004
lets see how it all goes

- mike oxlong lyrics

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