Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burban & Impalas , by - Big MikeRelease date: 07.04.1997
Song language: English
Burban & Impalas |
| 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 |
| Playa, playa, make the hoes say, dollar, dollar |
| 'Burbans and Impalas, makin niggas holler |
| When they recognize a Louisiana nigga straight comin Texas side |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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) |