Текст (слова) песни: Big Mike - Bourbans And Impalas

[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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big Mike - Bourbans And Impalas [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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bourbans And Impalas: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21597.html Все тексты песен: Big Mike » Big Mike - World Of Mind » Big Mike - Seal It With A Kiss » Big Mike - Southern Comfort (On And On) » Big Mike - Creepin, rollin » Big Mike - Everybody Wants A Name » Big Mike - Havin Thangs » Big Mike - Everybody Wants a Name » Big Mike - Southern Dialect » Big Mike - Creepin, Rollin » Big Mike - Daddy`s Gone » Big Mike - Dangerous Minds Soundtrack » Big Mike - Somethin` Serious » Big Mike - Playa Playa » Big Mike - Southern Dialect » Big Mike - Somethin Serious » Big Mike - On Da Real » Big Mike - Bourbans And Impalas » Big Mike - Hard to Hit » Big Mike - Playa Playa » Big Mike - Seal it With a Kiss Рекомендуем скачать: » Emmylou Harris - You Been On My Mind » Eternal - Telling You Now » Extreme - Watching, Waiting » East 17 - Around The World » Epoch Of Unlight - Silver Mistress » Enya - Dreams » Emmylou Harris - Jersusalem Tomorrow » Eternal Afflict - San Diego (The Tragical) » Elliot Smith - Say Yes » Ella Fitzgerald - Get Thee Behind Me Satan » Elton John - Holiday Inn » Emmylou Harris - Mister Sandman » Eazy-E f N.W.A. - 2 Hard Mutha`s » Elton John - Turn The Lights Out When You Leave » Epmd - It`s My Thing * » Elton John - Rolling Western Union » Elton John - I Guess That`s Why They Call It The Blues » EMF - Girl of an Age » Elton John - Rock And Roll Madonna » Eurovision Song Contest - The Netherlands: Willeke Alberti
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