[Phonte:] 

Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce 

Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce 



You know sometimes a nigga get tired of always 

Talkin' about shit he ain't got, milkin on shit 

Sometims you gotta make use of what you got here, man 

We right here, doin it, let it bounce 



Use to wish on a star that I'd have big plaques 

Big awards right here on the wall, everything that gleam 

Lamp shades, back stage, for this nigga askin' 

Tay, would you work ten years for your dream 

Seven years later, now I see just what he mean 

Cuz this is real life and I'm livin' kinda regular 

Got a house, got a car, got a wife, [?] 

Big Dho, manager, HOJ's the team 

You can say I'm satisfied, though I often analyze 

Why this rap shit rip my hear at the seams 

This ain't time to fantasize, I'm not a whippersnapper 

I'm trying to get these crackers for all of they cream 

Like Dairy Queen or Häagen-Dazs 

Cuz the rap audience like the way I handle bars 

Like it before they thoughts, Oh so easily, just like Sheila E 

When she was singing Hollyrock, Oh, check out the scene 

We ain't got time for your bullshit schemes 

Cuz once Tay begins, they say depends 

Much bigger than a sword and I'm a lyrical Lance-A-Lot 

I ain't gotta dance a lot, check the way I lean 



[Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)] 

Yes, yes, now! You now rockin' wit' the muh'fuckin' best now 

Think of fuckin' wit the team, I suggest not 

Real shit, you can feel it in your chest, now 

Got y'all feelin' the pressure 

(Got ya'll feelin' the pressure 

Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue 

Got ya'll feelin' the pressure 

Big Pooh feelin' the pressure so feel the pressure) 



[Rapper Big Pooh:] 

Niggaz block, women jock on your cock, round the clock 

Get it, get it, don't stop, catch you on the rise 

Made a lil' dough in this rap game slow 

See my video, so they swear I'm movin' pies 

Old whip, new kicks, few flicks, same chick 

New picks, same bitch, no I'm not a star 

Let my hair grow, put my mic game down 

This the third time round, I'm shootin for a par 

We came this far, and no one assisted 

Co-signed, or enlisted, like we ain't gifted 

We be gettin' lifted of the beats and drank liquor 

We call women hoes, that's if the name fits 

Put me in the box, I ain't wrappin' up shit 

Made music my career, some of y'all just spit 

Homie, just sit back, pay attention 

Forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click 



[Chorus] 



[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)] 

Can you feel that? 

That tight grip around your neck, nigga 

That's pressure nigga 

That's pressure nigga 

(Let it, bounce) 

Yeah, nigga, Mick I think that's enough 

Yeah, that's your new name, "Nigga Mick" 

(Hehe, nigger) NIGGER YOU'RE MY NIGGER!