Lady singing:
It goes on and on......
Mystikal:
So this how it`s goin down, hungh nigga?
Big Mike:
Yeah, it`s how its happenin like that, loc
Mystikal:
That nigga Big Mike
Big Mike:
That nigga Mystikal
Mystikal:
Layin it down, layin it down, layin it down
Big Mike:
Playin wit` cake, playin` wit cake, playin` wit cake
Hungh Bra
Mystikal:
Say dat` there`
Big Mike:
Fo sho
Knawmean?
Y`all know whats up
Big daddy style
{Big Mike:}
Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five gallons of D`Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts
Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need
But I`m always gee`d keyed with a bag of weed
Yes indeedy, I`m the player with the ball in hand
Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand
Now it ain`t hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step
Platinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin rep
Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy
Now I`m back with the skills and the real flock to see me
Now be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this style
Couldn`t do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while
Longer, stronger back in `97 and `98 I`m droppin hits
Partner, stay off my dick, now quit
Tryin to portray the type of nigga you can never be
Mystikal:
Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever see
Big Mike:
Puttin` it down for my crown, partner, what you say?
Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May
{Mystikal:}
Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans
I grew up on second line and gumbo, red beans
Canal Street, river-walkin`
Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin`
Pointin gats like they do in the movies
Every night nigga made the news
Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes
`Stik can remember when them niggas went for hard
They would round up they boys and so-called represent they Ward
When you get to the club it`s gon` be some shit-startin
And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardon
If you`re a buster, then you`re bust-up
If you`re a sucker, you`re gettin sucked up, tough luck
Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto
Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto
Foot on tha brakes and ease off the throttle
Before I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottle
Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler
Lord know a nigga don`t want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta
Not wantin the Gucci`s, tellin time through Movado
I don`t sell no powder, but I`m stackin g`s in my closet
Uptown niggas livin violent
Westbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violent
I`d probably be dead or locked down if it wasn`t for rappin
Cause where I`m from niggas ain`t havin fun unless they scrappin
Goin to war brawlin
Bitch, don`t get mad with me, that`s how it is in New Orleans
Bitch it goes on
It goes on ri` chea
It goes right here in New Orleans...
