Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballan Chill , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Soul J 4 Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.09.2011
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Ballan Chill |
| Hmm. |
| Get a meal ticket and ball |
| Shitttt… hustlin' though |
| Ball and chill I know how the game go |
| But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though |
| Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang |
| I got 3 more half a birds to slang, birds to slang |
| It’s like this year the first drought season this year |
| Crackheads can’t find no good cook so they rehabbin' and drinkin' beer |
| It’s around election time, so it’s slow — no drug traffickin' |
| Connects scared to move weight and hustlers don’t score 'cause niggas taxin' |
| 30 for a bird, 17 for a half a bird |
| I got o-z's for a g, holla at me and you’ll get served |
| Proper I got it powdered and I got it rocked up |
| Let me know when you comin' 'cause I’m gon' have my 40 Glock up |
| For protection, I’m beefin' with some niggas from my own section |
| Hatin' situation, heard I got a killer connection |
| Shit has to be flexin' too much in my '99 Yukon |
| Gave it away, bought me a 600 Benz and a Lexus two tone |
| GS400, snatchin' niggas and shit — I done it |
| So I’ma be up on mines, I got that feelin' you comin' |
| You think I’ma stop my shine 'cause you niggas hatin' on mine? |
| Coward niggas do that, I’m real — respect my mind |
| I got all my workers runnin', sellin' the ??? |
| 20's for slabs |
| Fire beige coke in the 6th street court and on the ave |
| Shit so dry Tonto and Wop ain’t even got nothin' |
| Them niggas usually have somethin' when it’s a drought season — ass out season |
| So me and my souljas we got the projects sewed up |
| Make it fire when it’s uncut with a lil' soda |
| Solid ass boulder, that’s what you get |
| I done double doubled my money off this one half a brick — quick |
| Ball and chill I know how the game go |
| But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though |
| Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang |
| I got 2 more half a birds to slang, birds to slang |
| I’ll sell ya 25 grams for 6 if you want it, it’s well got |
| Don’t play no games 'cause I’m a little shell shocked |
| Make me think you try’na do me somethin' askin' me to throw you somethin' |
| You know we gon' fall out 'cause you on that dope and you gon' owe me somethin' |
| You used to ball back in the ??? |
| now you don’t got shit |
| Remember, I was on that dope but I came to my senses quick |
| And I came up quick, I got niggas and bitches sick |
| Prayin' for me to fall… damn… can I ball? |
| I ain’t never hated on y’all, ya under me so you feel small |
| That’s down bad ??? |
| went at y’all head and it sound bad |
| I still got the potential to kill, don’t think this rap shit changed me |
| Can’t nothin' stop my trigger finger when it become angry |
| Niggas asked me to sell them a quarter bird, I’m debating on that |
| I fucked his ol' lady and she told me he said I was soulja hatin' for that |
| Ain’t that cold how niggas sit around and talk to their hoes |
| 'Bout my coke and I don’t wanna sell them nothin' whole |
| It’s a drought, 'nuff money to be made in the South |
| So fuck what you, you, and you talkin' 'bout |
| No doubt, if y’all want beef we can beef |
| I got some artillery to shake the motherfuckin' streets |
| Matter fact I ain’t taxin' niggas like I’m supposed to be |
| Should be charging you bitches seven-five for a quarter ki |
| You wanna hate? |
| Alright I’ma sell that motherfucker for 8 |
| Meet me in the project after the second line and don’t be late |
| He and their podna want that four and a half tell 'em I want 35 |
| If he get it or don’t get it, coke sell itself, y’all can ride |
| Ball and chill I know how the game go |
| But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though |
| Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang |
| I got 1 more half a bird to slang, bird to slang |
| I got 1 more half a thing left, I’m thinkin' 'bout making powder bags and |
| flippin' dimes |
| Make rock heads swear to God it’s Christmas time |
| Wouldn’t give a fuck if you had nine ninety-nine, I want 10 off top |
| When you come again with one more cent I’ma serve you this rock |
| ??? |
| to be taking shorts |
| I might take a few off the powder bags, I know how it be when I used to snort |
| Feds done popped some nigga on the old side by LaSalle |
| Lil' ??? |
| told me he not solid, he might tell |
| Fuck 'em, off with his head, y’all know how we play it |
| Bust his dome, slit his neck, make sure that he dead |
| I’m spookin' but I ain’t scared, I heard the feds in town |
| My nigga Giggity told me they asked about me when they shut his shop down |
| That’s my round, he roam where I roam through the gunsmoke town |
| Say word he took life and 20 without making a sound |
| I’m feelin' kinda comfortable now but I still got shit organized |
| After this thing gone I’ma back out the game, my ??? |
| stay the same but I’ma be |
| wise and. |
| Ball and chill I know how the game go |
| But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though |
| Too much hatin' and I couldn’t do my thang, do my thang |
| So I backed out the fuckin' game, the fuckin' game! |