[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)