Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Balla Race , by - Andre Nickatina. Release date: 02.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Balla Race |
| you in a balla race |
| trying to get all in a ballas face |
| workin your hips at a balla pace |
| wanna see how sweet a balla taste |
| you in a balla place |
| -Andre Nickatina |
| man ima semi automatic |
| gotta get the cabbage |
| but if it werent for the religion man there wasnt a habit |
| work those heels make sure they dont break |
| how much dope can a sucka witch make |
| rollercoaster baby let them ride |
| do what you do but dont break your stride |
| 4 door car seven Las Vegas nights |
| a gator so new that it still might bite |
| i need money 'cause i run red lights |
| my super witch is super tight |
| man you could of been foolin me |
| trying to give me fake jewelry |
| rap cat trying to choose and feed |
| peel bread now you loosin me |
| clam stolen its golden and im rollin |
| and im holdin on a knot so fat she said «Nicky do you love that» |
| in the mirror with a weed sack |
| i hurt her butt i didnt answer back |
| man i like that lil flute |
| the rhyming of ridin nute |
| i think im gonna wear my carmel suit |
| with a brown tie and them matchin boots |
| aint that the truth |
| girl your vision this like chess |
| windows down and nothing less |
| freak we can ball out |
| never have a fall out |
| roll around town no doubt with the mo' god of khan |
| have that dosie have that cobana |
| have that prada and sean jean |
| you in a balla race |
| trying to get all in a ballas face |
| workin your hips at a balla pace |
| wanna see how sweet a balla taste |
| you in a balla place |
| -Equipto |
| man everything fast |
| talk about bread but everything cash |
| divide the dividence divide the livinish |
| mo high than a lil bit |
| gotta split the game and lace some wit it |
| me and dreez got a race to finish |
| a relay wut we play |
| dj dont waste a minute |
| the way she pop it for profits |
| tricks they open their wallets |
| and plus they callin right after |
| my beezy stay in and pop it |
| i got it down to assign so back in my hand |
| i just dont rap for fans |
| ima do it like char, Hawaii, hoe in an arm |
| hey, three more in the car |
| -Andre Nickatina |
| baby i craddled this like air jordan dunks the carolina |
| im right behind ya, trying to find ya, and i remind ya |
| man excuse me |
| my mouth kiss like an uzi |
| if you choose me |
| 'cause i look past all that beauty |
| 'cause you destin to have beauty |
| and your sherly temples are like candy swirles |
| man all up in here is candy girls |
| straight bring your freinds along if they got a car |
| and if they up to par |
| be’cause my mouthpeice is fast like a rabbit |
| aint so slow you think you can grab it |
| even a magician think its magic |
| the way its all wrapped up in a package |
| baby its a ballas race |
| -Equipto |
| like Tour De France |
| all in a rush you know who to pass |
| hop on the bus explore the math |
| but the homies aint here ill party yak out |
| on your mark get set |
| your heat can ball first but he aint no threat |
| and i can bet that on the past life |
| your shit last place for the last time |
| out of line out of time out of mind out of pocket |
| block your mind from the gossip |
| its a new day roll tough wit my hoes |
| and they can show you how to pop it, that coochie |
| you lost your pace |
| they never had takes to the boss sauce all in your face |
| with no time to waste |
| so let me see you chase the bread |
| before you get replaced |
| you in a balla race |
| trying to get all in a ballas face |
| workin your hips at a balla pace |
| wanna see how sweet a balla taste |
| you in a balla place |