Bourbons And Impalas Lyrics

Bourbons And Impalas lyrics

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