Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Bust Back, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Don't Mess Wit Texas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1997
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
We Bust Back |
Peep that, feel this, I’m in here with my, ah, Herschelwood Click |
You know what I’m sayin', we ain’t nuttin' but some, uh, ballers |
Steady ballin' in the mix, know what I’m talking 'bout? |
Ballin'…ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
I’m a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks |
Sweets and sticks, equal platinum hits |
Ridin' in the Benz, screens on, watching flicks |
Can’t forget, Herschelwood Click is so damn thick |
Hoes on dick, that ain’t shit, I hit the pussy and split |
Peep this game of a real-live baller |
Down in Texas watch the flexin' young shot-caller |
Now how many playas get to live they dream |
Come up in the game and get to start some of that green |
Know what I mean, if you’s a hustler, of course you do |
And if you ain’t a baller I ain’t talkin' to you, cause uh |
Ballers… ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
I’m a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks |
Ballin'…ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
Herschelwood Click and we are so fucking thick |
Well I’m a baller, deuce-deuce the represent |
I can’t count the kilos, the cheese I sent |
From the corners and the clerks, for blocks and blocks |
I used to cut up rocks, now I pop them tops |
I gotta watch the cops, I got hoes by the flocks |
And the Duke won’t stop, until I’m sittin' on top of the world |
On stacks, and old as a fact |
Herschelwood do the front to side and the back |
Well I’m a baller, sippin' server alcohol uh, Corona |
Slangin' keys to the Seoul, uh |
Rode deep, Socci down with the fat sweep |
10 g’s in the back of my Benz C |
Playa thing like mary jane when I come around |
Meal tickets bein' made in this H-Town |
Low ratin' niggas hatin' cause I’m pushin' bricks |
Can’t stand cause I’m rollin' with them ballin' niggas SHIT |
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
Herschelwood Click and you hoes can’t forget that we ballin' |
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
Herschelwood Click and you niggas can’t forget |
Meanmugs get slugs when you fuckin' with thugs |
I pushed and shoved for ghetto love, affiliated with drugs |
And uh, marsh shit don’t thrill me, haters wanna kill me |
Don’t mess wit' Texas make the whole world feel me |
Now how many ballers wanna ball like me |
And how many hoes wanna fuck Lil' Ke |
2 or 3 now black it should be more than that |
I’m sittin' low sittin' phat creemats in the cat |
I grab my gat blugs back while I’m blowin' up bustas |
Recent cut, fourset, bezentine, and gloccer |
Herschelwood it ain’t over, mix the serve with the soda |
A 600 Benz with the V-12 motor |
South Dakota to Carolina, a nationwide drug smuggler |
Rap game got me fame, low key, undercover |
Yo brother and their other, whoever stand taller |
Southside representin' as a baller, yeah |
Ballin' in the mix, everything gotten broke |
Lil' Keke gon' fix |
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix |
I’m a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my fricks |
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix |
Herschelwood click and you niggas can’t forget that we |
Ballin', Ballin' in the mix |
If you don’t like my style, straight up suck my dick |