Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baller Blockin' , by - Cash Money MillionairesRelease date: 18.11.2002
Song language: English
Baller Blockin' |
| Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on |
| From sun up to sun down get our grind on |
| Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank |
| Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank |
| You now how it is want everything for myself |
| Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else |
| I’mma dog it ain’t not secret i want it all |
| Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars |
| Tha game is cold but it’s fair nigga |
| Can’t trust no man cuz a nigga don’t care nigga |
| Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work |
| Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth |
| Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen |
| Better know tha game cuz if you don’t you get killed cuzen |
| Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours |
| Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve |
| Why you blockin us |
| Baller Blockin us |
| You niggas can keep tryin |
| Ain’t no stoppin us |
| Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots |
| Tha feds came thru can’t stop tha clock |
| Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop |
| Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop |
| Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot |
| Still runnin thru them hallways tote’n a Glock |
| Word got around Curly tryna close my shop |
| Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha Glock |
| Tell tha stupid ho shut up she bouts to get popped |
| Tha cameras out and them lights is on |
| Them feds com’n thru and they gettin it on |
| So we duck and hide, supply and ride |
| Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite |
| So we cocked tha Glocks |
| Cuz tha beef is rock |
| Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots |
| Believe that playboy |
| Niggas be gold killin |
| (?) slippery like grease create y’all bin on a (?) scrilla |
| Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million |
| You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in |
| Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay |
| Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K |
| We ain’t fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) |
| How bout Atlanta you know |
| We ain’t gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) |
| See I just look like this |
| Project English left and plain |
| We use words like «It's All Gravy Tre» |
| I spit tha (?) from tha job |
| My nigga Baby and them law |
| Tha block controller just seen it all |
| From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) |
| Pineapple y’all |
| Leaky brown color to baller blockin y’all |
| Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell |
| Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig |
| Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ho |
| I know I need to stop but I’m solja so fuck it |
| Besides I’m responsible fo supplin tha public |
| My daddy got shot so I’m holdin it down |
| Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown |
| Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change |
| Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think I’m playin games |
| See that’s why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine |
| Put yo self in a spot where u won’t be working again |
| I ain’t gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya |
| You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya |
| Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh |
| And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now |
| And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines |
| I ain’t wit that bullshit two at tha same time |
| Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up |
| But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up |