[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!