Bourbans and Impalas — текст песни (Big Mike)

[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)



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