Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Ballin', artist - La Chat. Album song Murder She Spoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Ghetto Ballin' |
| Awe Yeah |
| Hynotize motherfuckin' Minds in Here and we ghetto motherfuckin' ballin |
| Nigga you know what that means that means you might walk up in the projects |
| In the south and see a 2,500 motherfuckin' benz or a motherfuckin' 72 |
| Motherfuckin colors slamed on double duces on some motherfuckin 17s |
| You know what I’m saying dice games going on, no crystals |
| Fifths in the back pocket and its going down nigga we on top |
| Drove to my liver, pass it to my nigga |
| Sippin on that liquor, flossin on you niggas |
| Ridin through the hoody, fuckin with that goody |
| Flip-floppin pi-zaint, and we on some 20's |
| Back, Back up Bitch cause we comin through |
| In the motherfuckin prowler on the back 20 motherfuckin' two’s |
| Skinny nigga with gold’s and tattoes a beer belly |
| But still I make them ho’s say I love you |
| From a motherfuckin pretty boy smile them diamonds in my mouth |
| Make them gals go motherfuckin' wow |
| Draped in some fuckin' ICE be ERG |
| Or jeans with white motherfuckin tees |
| Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas |
| Sippin on that syrup bout to smoke a pack |
| Niggas know I’m bogus cause I ain’t got no tags |
| Eyes like a China man nothing but laughs |
| Bumpin' like a motherfucka I’m bout to flip |
| Everywhere I’m ridin niggas know its a strip |
| Phone in my hand two-way on my hip |
| Atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip |
| Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat |
| Man ya’ll don’t know |
| Cause I’m everythang flexing so mean upon you hoes |
| Life is good motherfucka I’m gon live to the fullest |
| Got a problem step on up and you be dodging these bullets |
| I pull up so clean Expedition this beam |
| They know what’s finna go down once I’m back at the scene |
| Hit the mall get the rag gotta took up my golds |
| Yeah I be gettin my shine on man you already know |
| Niggas choosin but you losin |
| Gotta chop out your cheese |
| Don’t need your ass I don’t want cha unless you got more than me |
| Ima real bitch tril bitch Takin no shit |
| Bitch dog, bitch nall, bitch ready to ball (trick) |
| See I’m that motherfucka breaking you down |
| You already see these niggas faudging when La Chat come around |
| Bitches discing when I’m flickin, know I’m out for a killing |
| You Want your nigga don’t be stippin cause I stay by my biby (yeah) |