The Pressure

[Intro: Phonte]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, let it, bounce
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, let it, bounce
You know sometimes a nigga get tired of always
Talkin' about shit he ain't got, milkin' on shit (let it, bounce)
You just gotta make use of what you got here, man
We right here doin' it (let it bounce)

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Use to wish on a star that I'd have big awards
Big plaques on the wall, everything that gleam
Lamp shades, backstage, til this nigga ask me
"'Te, would you work ten years for your dream?"
Seven years later, now I see just what he mean
'Cause this is real life and I live it kinda regular
Got a house, got a car, got a wife, 'plauding ya'll
Big Dho, manager, H.O.J's the team
You can say I'm satisfied, though I often analyze
Why this rap shit rip my heart 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, 'cause the rap audience
Like the way I handle bars, Like it was the Tour de France
Oh so easily, just like Sheila E
When she was singing Hollyrock, oh, check out the scene
We ain't got no time for your bullshit schemes
Cuz once Tay begins (-gins), they say the pen
Is much bigger than a sword and I'm like 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
Uh, got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Big Pooh feelin' the pressure, so feel the pressure

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
Niggas 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
Ain't seen 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
Oh, forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click!

[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
Uh, got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Big Pooh feelin' the pressure, so feel the pressure

[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)]
Can you feel that? Haha
That tight grip around your neck, nigga (Let it, bounce)
That's pressure nigga
Shit, that's pressure nigga
(Let it, bounce)