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



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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



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[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



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(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