Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballin' (Screwed), artist - Lil Keke. Album song Birds Fly South (Smoked & Chopped), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.09.2002
Record label: Avarice
Song language: English
Ballin' (Screwed) |
| C.M.G., Rally Boys |
| We black by popular demand, ha-ha |
| That’s right, the young Don |
| Kottonmouth, Jizno come on that’s right |
| Get your ball on, get your ball on |
| Ball… ball…balling |
| Where the pimps and playas mayn, that stay dubbed out |
| Commission rich click, we balling and thugged out |
| Everytime you see us, you know the love out |
| Platinum in the ghetto, we moving the scrubs out |
| Hit your block acting bad, don’t play |
| Flossing and looking good, everyday all day |
| The young Don, wanted money went and got it |
| Now I’m on the mic, rapping and talking bout it |
| With Jam Down, off top it’s whatever |
| You won’t see me, unless it’s chrome and leather |
| A certified, B-A double L-A |
| A ghetto superstar, before the Y2K |
| Been stunning since day one, if you know what I mean |
| Switch up to BET, I’m in front of your screen |
| My dog 8 Ball, get money don’t stop |
| Keep they head turning with the ice I rock, and I’m balling |
| Now we gon' rise to the top, like scutter and bubble up |
| And every time we drop, playa we double up |
| Kottonmouth polished up, and then I’m gloss |
| Crawl before I walk, then I’m gon' floss |
| Sipping on two heavy pints, of the 'noid |
| Coming out the showroom flo', we Rally Boys |
| Play makers game breakers, mayn we just some MVP’s |
| Most valuable players, Rally and C.M.G. |
| From the I-4−5, we flip |
| The first niggaz that hit your block, in a spaceship |
| I’m with the Rally Boys, C.M.G. |
| is what I claim |
| T-E-X-A-S, where we lay down the game |
| This is Southside, and we got chips on that |
| And put a fresh set of dubs, on that brand new Lac |
| We bring pain mayn, when we riding swangs |
| It’s so much rocks on the piece, it’s a hell of a shame what |
| Rally and C.M.G., I-45 connect |
| Drop the track pass the mic, and bet that damn fools wreck |
| No disrespect, we simply on a mission for mills |
| To keep the crush up in our cup, and grip the wood grain wheels |
| (now how it feel), to hit them gates and houses on hills |
| (now how it feel), to roll them bubble eyes on stainless steel |
| I keep it real, and now-a-days I sho' feel good |
| Worldwide affiliated, and I still ball in my hood and I’m balling |
| Stay strapped and fully loaded, in this balling game |
| Let your top down slow, cause it’s a beautiful thang |
| No doubt I’m showing out, every chance I get |
| Start a fire up on the streets, with these raps I spit |
| I be flossing and flipping and tipping, and coming down |
| The youngest the thoedest the coldest, from H-Town |
| Nothing but coupes and dubs, when I’m up in the pad |
| And you speak on what you got, playa not what ya had |
| I tell you now, ain’t nothing like the real thing baby |
| Rovers and Escalades, Lexus plus Mercedes |
| I floss that I bought that, I do what I please |
| And I get my grind on, cause I love this cheese |
| We be balling down South, for real and that’s a fact |
| Rolling dubs and clubs, platinum and all that |
| I’m Lil' Keke the Don, and I got nothing but love |
| But you get your toss on, 'fore they call you a scrub and we balling |