You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
[Andre Nickatina]
Man, I'm a semi-automatic
Gotta get the cabbage
It's worser than religion, man, it's worser than a habit
Work those heels, make sure they don't break
How much dough can a super witch make?
Rollercoaster, baby, let them ride
Do what you do but don't break your stride
Four door car, seven Las Vegas nights
My Gators so new that they still might bite
I need money 'cause I run red lights
My super witch is super tight
Man, you could of been foolin' me
Trying to give me fake jewelry
Rap cat trying to choose a fee
Peel bread or you losin' me
Like I'm stolen and it's golden and I'm rollin' and I'm holdin'
On a knot so fat she said "Nicky do you love that?"
In the mirror with a weed sack
I heard her but I didn't answer back
Man, I'm like that little flute
Remind me of Ronnie Newt
I think I'ma wear my carmel suit
With a brown tie and them matchin' boots
Ain't that the truth
Girl your vision is like chess
Ten toes down and nothing less
Freak we can ball out
Never have a fallout
Roll around town, no doubt, with the 'Moe God Khan
Have that Dolce, have that Gabbana,
Have that Prada and Sean John
You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
[Equipto]
Man everything fast
Talk about bread, but everything cash
Divide the dividends, divide the livin' in[?]
Mo' high than a little bit
Gotta split the game and lace 'em wit it
Me and Dreez got a race to finish
A relay, what, we play
DJ, don't waste a minute
The way she pop it for profits
Tricks they open they wallets
And plus they callin' right after
My beezy, stay in their pocket
I got it down to a science so back of my hand
And I just don't rap for fans
I'ma do it like Char, Hawaii, hoe on an arm
Three mo' in the car
[Andre Nickatina]
Baby I cradled this like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina
I'm right behind ya, trying to find ya, and I remind ya
Man, excuse me
My mouth gets like an Uzi
If you choose me
'Cause I look past all that beauty
'Cause you destined to have beauty
And your Shirley Temples are like candy swirls
Man, all up in here is candy girls
Freak, bring your friends along if they got a car
And they up to par
Because my mouthpiece fast like a rabbit
Paint[?] so swell[?] you think you can grab it
Even magicians think it's magic
The way it's all wrapped up and packaged
Baby its a balla's race
[Equipto]
Like Tour De France
All in a rush, ignore the past
Hop on the bus, explore the map
For the homies ain't here I'll pour the yak out
On your mark get set
Yeah, he can ball first but he ain't no threat
And I can bet that on the pass line
Yeah, she in last place for the last time
Out of line, out of time, out of mind, out of pocket
Block your mind from the gossip
It's a new day, roll tough wit my hoes
And they can show you how to pop it, that coochie
You lost your pace
And never had a taste of the boss sauce all in your face
With no time to waste
So let me see you chase the bread
Before you get replaced
You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Trying to get all in a balla's face
Workin' your hips at a balla pace
Want to see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
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