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