Bourbans And Impalas Lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't trippin off these niggas flippin, losin they mind Gettin high, chasin hoes, I was like that at one time I did my thing, and still on top of my game Got niggas askin: Big Mike, when you gon' be droppin again? I just smile, go back the to lab, work on my style, collect beats Cook it up like a ki, and take it back to the streets Cause niggas beef when I don't speak, like they straight missin somethin I give em a tape, they be like 'great', pop it in they deck and start bumpin Got em humpin like the Gap Band, I'm back, man, look here Doin shows straight in all 50 states within one year I got tight gear for the stage, blow up and make front page Now it's happenin, I'm platinum with tracks my nigga Mike B. laid Made niggas mad, then I step, got a new click Now I'm ready to do shit, '97 new shit Keep on talkin, son, and I'ma keep on stackin I'm real with this shit while you niggas are out there actin [Chorus] Playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar 'Burbans and Impalas, makin niggas holler When they recognize a Louisiana nigga straight comin Texas side [Verse 2] Hey what's that nigga's name? It's the Peterman, ain't no shame in his game Playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar 'Burbans and Impalas, makin niggas holler When they recognize a Louisiana nigga straight comin Texas side Surprise, who's catchin a eye like the ufo This ain't the mothership, I don't return shit that you left, hoe Ask her, though, I max the hoe, bags the flow Ass to toe, hoes I hit, I let you know I'm the original, there's no second, yo Because a nigga's kinda special, loc Seriously speakin weekend after weekend A nigga like me got the hoes seriously tweakin Freakin at night, I cracks it like Whodini Had a bitch named Jeannie Made her act bad for my brother Peanie [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's the bigger, the blacker, the nigga comin from that swamp About to smoke a quarter for starters, so pass that blunt Don't stunt, what you want, niggas, what? School em with some of that buddah Cos Kooley keep fuckin with them bustas And don't give a fuck, so what you wanna make of it? Totin on that swisher, I know you wanna hit it, come have your take of it Fakin it, never, nigga cos I'm way too real for that Rollin with a gang of niggas ready to kill for that Green shit, which we smoke from Houston to New Orleans, bitch Take a hit and quit, and now I got you seein shit So pass it to my nigga, my nigga pass it back to me Take it to the head, and that's the last of it You see me in the back with my hoes ridin on that gold High till I die and that's the way it go, oh You know, I see you bitches after the show [Chorus] {CeCe:} (I need it I need it I want it I want it I like it I like it Got to have it I got to have it I got to have it Oh yeah Yes I like it yeah Oh yeah I want it I want it Oh yeah Oh yeah-yeah Makin me holler Dollar dollar Yeah)