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Eminem] |
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Ballz, Ballz, Ballz |
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Ballz, Ballz, Ballz |
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You'll never touch my. |
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Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough |
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You're standin' tough |
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But you know that no matter what |
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You'll never get the chance to touch |
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My ballz, ballz, ballz |
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Ballz, ballz, ballz |
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You'll never touch my ballz |
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I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' |
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And I don't even care who the hell you call in |
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In this game, it ain't no talkin' |
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You can get it started, I nail the coffin |
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And all I here is \"get your man up off him\" |
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So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' |
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And I ain't gotta prove you nothin' |
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I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons |
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This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick |
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He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit |
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So I played my position and don't make a move |
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Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose |
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And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard |
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9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard |
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Hut one, hut two, I'm ready |
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Hike, give the ball to Nelly |
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And nobody out there feels me |
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Take this 'fore you have to kill me |
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And any player in my way, I'm foldin' |
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Damn it, call holton |
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Football, Football, I love football |
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Yes, tres, dos, uno |
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Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch |
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Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle |
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I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole |
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Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek |
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Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak |
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Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly |
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That didn't work, try another play |
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Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up |
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I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt |
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Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre |
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But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his balls |
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My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls |
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It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard |
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That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? |
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On 5 and our timeouts are gone |
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Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball |
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To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds |
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48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts |
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Call another huddle, we're down by six |
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The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift |
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But he's so god dang high, that he's trips |
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Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips |
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And runs the ball all the way down to the one |
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But he don't get in, but all we need is a put??? |
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But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win |
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But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten |
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God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again |
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Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now |
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We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea |
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Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long |
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I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on |
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Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you |
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It's the longest yard |
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The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball |
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I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft |
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Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud |
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It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks |
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High steppin' through the end zone |
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I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone |
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It's time to rumble, no time to fumble |
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And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble |
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Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest |
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Three time offenders, even drug dealers |
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One of the best runnin' backs there never was |
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Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust |
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Yack is high, I got the highest yack |
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Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks |
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Bizarre snaps like a fire crack |
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And my palm more stickier than spider back |
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Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us |
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No matter how big they flyin' backwards |
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Wide reciever, recievin' wide |
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For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die |
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Defense is playin' a pass |
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Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43) |
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That means that its time for me |
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To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell |
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My tracks burn turf when they excell |
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I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof |
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He got dropped and the ball came loose |
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And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare |
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And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair |
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Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero |
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I can use this pose for a box of cereal |
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I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio |
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For bein' the best player on my team what |
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As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut |
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I do one run, run, the screen go run run |
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Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!) |
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Then I do the ninety shuffle so |
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Footballs |
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I'm talkin' about footballs dude |
