歌曲 | Ballers Flossin |
歌手 | II Tru |
专辑 | A New Breed of Female |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
(Car engine) | |
C'mon, baby | |
C'mon on, c'mon on | |
Yeah, alright, now | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
(Jhaz) | |
Another one of these days, early in the morning | |
I hear you blowin' (Car horn) | |
Here we come, out the door | |
Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts | |
What's up, Arch? | |
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? | |
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines | |
Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust | |
Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust | |
Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves | |
Nothin' but the drop six-four's on D's | |
Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun | |
Us, we got three hubcaps and a ? | |
(Brina) | |
Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light | |
Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side | |
Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint | |
Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds | |
Man hittin' switches - watch him floss | |
Hittin' 3's; let's pull off | |
There's the store, gotta get some Zinfindel | |
And ? for the park | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
(Jhaz) | |
They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers | |
And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular | |
You can tell when a nigga got cheese | |
And see this Ford Escort with no brakes | |
It's pushin' on E, baby, and I'm sick of this | |
It's a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things | |
(Brina) | |
We gotsta kick it, now | |
Out the car, where my lighter at? | |
Kickin' back, tape in my pocket | |
Let me put this in your tape deck | |
All these ballers flossin' | |
Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely | |
You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' | |
Just for ten, thanks for the support | |
Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off | |
Let's watch these playas act a fool | |
(Jhaz) | |
Let's get me up on some Hen | |
And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa | |
'Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty | |
If we gon' smoke this weed | |
We better push some more or these tapes | |
It's gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in | |
Better hurry before it's too late | |
Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' | |
'Cause it's summer time | |
Three deep in the fo' hoopty | |
All around us, ballers in they rides | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
(Brina) | |
Let's roll to the studio | |
Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast | |
Seen enough ballers flossin' | |
Time for us trues to get some cash | |
One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll | |
II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
(Brina) | |
'Cause I'm gon' get mine | |
When I get paid off these here rhymes | |
(Jhaz) | |
And you can put that on your family | |
I'm a put on my trues, we want this tape | |
Player, recognize II Tru's comin' to get you fools | |
And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long | |
And the ballers that's flossin' in they rides | |
Gon' be bumpin' to our songs | |
(Brina) | |
Another Windsor 'fore we part for the night | |
Blaze it up, Jhaz | |
Two hits, then you pass | |
In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game | |
We gon' change for them good thangs | |
Let them floss, 'cause it's all good until we get paid | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties |
zuo qu : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
Car engine | |
C' mon, baby | |
C' mon on, c' mon on | |
Yeah, alright, now | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Jhaz | |
Another one of these days, early in the morning | |
I hear you blowin' Car horn | |
Here we come, out the door | |
Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts | |
What' s up, Arch? | |
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? | |
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines | |
Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust | |
Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust | |
Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves | |
Nothin' but the drop sixfour' s on D' s | |
Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun | |
Us, we got three hubcaps and a nbsp? | |
Brina | |
Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light | |
Droptop candyapple red sixfour pulls up to the side | |
Tightass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint | |
Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds | |
Man hittin' switches watch him floss | |
Hittin' 3' s let' s pull off | |
There' s the store, gotta get some Zinfindel | |
And nbsp? for the park | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Jhaz | |
They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers | |
And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular | |
You can tell when a nigga got cheese | |
And see this Ford Escort with no brakes | |
It' s pushin' on E, baby, and I' m sick of this | |
It' s a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things | |
Brina | |
We gotsta kick it, now | |
Out the car, where my lighter at? | |
Kickin' back, tape in my pocket | |
Let me put this in your tape deck | |
All these ballers flossin' | |
Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely | |
You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' | |
Just for ten, thanks for the support | |
Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off | |
Let' s watch these playas act a fool | |
Jhaz | |
Let' s get me up on some Hen | |
And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa | |
' Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty | |
If we gon' smoke this weed | |
We better push some more or these tapes | |
It' s gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in | |
Better hurry before it' s too late | |
Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' | |
' Cause it' s summer time | |
Three deep in the fo' hoopty | |
All around us, ballers in they rides | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Brina | |
Let' s roll to the studio | |
Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast | |
Seen enough ballers flossin' | |
Time for us trues to get some cash | |
One of these days sister' s pockets gon' be on swoll | |
II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Brina | |
' Cause I' m gon' get mine | |
When I get paid off these here rhymes | |
Jhaz | |
And you can put that on your family | |
I' m a put on my trues, we want this tape | |
Player, recognize II Tru' s comin' to get you fools | |
And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long | |
And the ballers that' s flossin' in they rides | |
Gon' be bumpin' to our songs | |
Brina | |
Another Windsor ' fore we part for the night | |
Blaze it up, Jhaz | |
Two hits, then you pass | |
In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game | |
We gon' change for them good thangs | |
Let them floss, ' cause it' s all good until we get paid | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties |
zuò qǔ : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
Car engine | |
C' mon, baby | |
C' mon on, c' mon on | |
Yeah, alright, now | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Jhaz | |
Another one of these days, early in the morning | |
I hear you blowin' Car horn | |
Here we come, out the door | |
Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts | |
What' s up, Arch? | |
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? | |
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines | |
Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust | |
Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust | |
Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves | |
Nothin' but the drop sixfour' s on D' s | |
Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun | |
Us, we got three hubcaps and a nbsp? | |
Brina | |
Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light | |
Droptop candyapple red sixfour pulls up to the side | |
Tightass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint | |
Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds | |
Man hittin' switches watch him floss | |
Hittin' 3' s let' s pull off | |
There' s the store, gotta get some Zinfindel | |
And nbsp? for the park | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Jhaz | |
They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers | |
And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular | |
You can tell when a nigga got cheese | |
And see this Ford Escort with no brakes | |
It' s pushin' on E, baby, and I' m sick of this | |
It' s a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things | |
Brina | |
We gotsta kick it, now | |
Out the car, where my lighter at? | |
Kickin' back, tape in my pocket | |
Let me put this in your tape deck | |
All these ballers flossin' | |
Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely | |
You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' | |
Just for ten, thanks for the support | |
Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off | |
Let' s watch these playas act a fool | |
Jhaz | |
Let' s get me up on some Hen | |
And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa | |
' Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty | |
If we gon' smoke this weed | |
We better push some more or these tapes | |
It' s gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in | |
Better hurry before it' s too late | |
Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' | |
' Cause it' s summer time | |
Three deep in the fo' hoopty | |
All around us, ballers in they rides | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Brina | |
Let' s roll to the studio | |
Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast | |
Seen enough ballers flossin' | |
Time for us trues to get some cash | |
One of these days sister' s pockets gon' be on swoll | |
II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
Brina | |
' Cause I' m gon' get mine | |
When I get paid off these here rhymes | |
Jhaz | |
And you can put that on your family | |
I' m a put on my trues, we want this tape | |
Player, recognize II Tru' s comin' to get you fools | |
And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long | |
And the ballers that' s flossin' in they rides | |
Gon' be bumpin' to our songs | |
Brina | |
Another Windsor ' fore we part for the night | |
Blaze it up, Jhaz | |
Two hits, then you pass | |
In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game | |
We gon' change for them good thangs | |
Let them floss, ' cause it' s all good until we get paid | |
Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties |