Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Ballin, artist - Do Or Die. Album song Headz Or Tailz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Just Ballin |
Ask what we’re doing, just ballin |
Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin |
Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau |
Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's |
I was smoking B’s since I was a po po |
Got the pimp to my soul, so I’ll pimp till I’m old |
Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know) |
Over Chorus |
There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing |
Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau |
Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's |
Smoking b’s |
You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row |
You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention |
Should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow |
But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle |
Can’t smoke a «b» without no weed in it though |
Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though |
Ain’t got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I’m like |
Really yo |
Brother’s start takin so I dial until I hit the last number |
Three bad girls from last summer |
La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer |
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer |
I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs |
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw |
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law |
Um, shimmy shaw |
Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes |
Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride |
Cause you heard that a playa just went gone |
Cause I attact all the pretty hoes |
Don Mack and it’s on with the pretty clothes |
And I set off the click like a centerfold |
When I’m in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow |
Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one |
You get this «b», take a pull and I pass one |
Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass |
Hoes |
I take a pose so call the ho fro |
7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know |
When I get blowed slappin that show |
]From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo |
Cause I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs |
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw |
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law |
It was Don Perignon I was sippin |
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin |
Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin |
Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin |
Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin |
Violated for the thing they say after dippin |
But squash this, see it’s all about the ballin |
All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin |
With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus |
Make the hoes write your taxes |
Keep it real so they know what your checkin |
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin |
Baby girl need some action |
Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson |
Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and |
Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression |
I wasn’t really undressin, it’s more than you’re askin |
I’m at the click hittin acid |
And I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs |
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw |
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law |
Chorus out |