F/ Mystikal
It goes on and on
{Mystikal:
So that's how it's goin down, my n***a?
{Big Mike:
Yeah, it's happenin like that, loc
{Mystikal:
That n***a Big Mike
{Big Mike:
That n***a Mystikal
{Mystikal:
Layin it down for the 19n***a6
{Big Mike:
Playin with cake for the 19n***a7
For sho
Knawmean?
Big daddy style
{Big Mike:
Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts
Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need
But I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weed
Yes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in hand
Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand
Now it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step
Platinum and gold, these hoes know my f**in rep
Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy
Now I'm back with the sk**s and the real flock to see me
Now be me, be me, many a n***a tried to imitate this style
Couldn't do I, t had to go home and practise for a little while
Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hits
Partner, stay off my dick, now quit
Tryin to portray the type of n***a you can never be
(sh**, Big Mike the dopest n***a you will ever see)
Get down for my crown, partner, what you say?
Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May
{Mystikal:
sh**, I was born and raised in New Orleans
I grew up on second lining and gumbo, red beans
Can*l Street, river-boardin
Everybody???, now I be talkin
Pointin gats like they do in the movies
Every night n***a made the news
Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes
'Stik can remember when them n***as went for hard
They would climb up they bars and so-called represent they Ward
When you get to the club it's gon' be some sh**-startin
And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, b**h, I beg your pardon
If you're a buster, then you're bust-up
If you're a s**er, you're gettin s**ed up, tough luck
Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto
Cause all that gettin-f**ed-all-over-sh** played out with lotto
f**in erase and ease off the throttle
Before I bust you in your sh** with this King Cobra bottle
Make the b**h respect Michael Tyler
Lord know a n***a don't want to, but all you muthaf**as gotta
Not wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through Movado
I don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closet
Uptown n***as livin foul and
Westbank n***as gettin clicked out, Downtown n***as gettin violent
I'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappin
Cause where I'm from n***as ain't havin fun unless they scrappin
Goin to war brawlin
b**h, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans
b**h it goes on
It goes on right here
It goes right here in New Orleans