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big mike – ‘burban & impalas lyrics

verse 1]
i ain’t trippin off these n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 b-mpin
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 n-gg- mike b. laid
made n-gg-s mad, then i step, got a new click
now i’m ready to do sh-t, ’97 new sh-t
keep on talkin, son, and i’ma keep on stackin
i’m real with this sh-t while you n-gg-s are out there actin

[chorus]
playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar
‘burbans and impalas, makin n-gg-s holler
when they recognize a louisiana n-gg- straight comin texas side

[verse 2]
hey what’s that n-gg-‘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 n-gg-s holler
when they recognize a louisiana n-gg- straight comin texas side
surprise, who’s catchin a eye like the ufo
this ain’t the mothership, i don’t return sh-t that you left, hoe
ask her, though, i max the hoe, bags the flow
-ss to toe, hoes i hit, i let you know
i’m the original, there’s no second, yo
because a n-gg-‘s kinda special, loc
seriously speakin weekend after weekend
a n-gg- like me got the hoes seriously tweakin
freakin at night, i cracks it like whodini
had a b-tch named jeannie
made her act bad for my brother peanie

[chorus]

[verse 3]
it’s the bigger, the blacker, the n-gg- comin from that swamp
about to smoke a quarter for starters, so p-ss that blunt
don’t stunt, what you want, n-gg-s, what?
school em with some of that buddah
cos kooley keep f-ckin with them bustas
and don’t give a f-ck, 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, n-gg- cos i’m way too real for that
rollin with a gang of n-gg-s ready to kill for that
green sh-t, which we smoke from houston to new orleans, b-tch
take a hit and quit, and now i got you seein sh-t
so p-ss it to my n-gg-, my n-gg- p-ss 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 b-tches 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

- big mike lyrics

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