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Текст песни C-Bo f Killa Tay, JT Tha Bigga Figga - Can We All Ball

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We dump slugs, and fuck thugs for their drugsWhen push come to shove ain`t no motherfuckin loveBow down, we just hit the townBut we brung shit like Hitler, bail em with a SigmaSwitch with the first shot, gotta check the spotBurnin rubber out the parkin lot, pointin out the windowStuck off indo, bumpin my nigga C-BoBitches all in my business cos they think I move kilo`sI, call my people`s on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide distributionNow I`m posted up in HoustonTexas, ridin the Lexus but it`s supremoNiggas set trip, a solo weapon is essen(tial)Keep the pepper spray on my car keys, only fuck with hard GzStill get my ball on like ClarkNothin but the California hoggin meTouchin triggers, real niggas, straight doggin freaksChorus:Can we all ball?Can we all ball?Can we all ball?We take the occupation when movin, my hustle never stopCheck what? Some babies camera`s peep the blocks, stash the GlocksPosi`s squashed, ship ki`s and here there`s thousand dollar biddersRim hats with feathers, more money than Perry EllisNever known behind ???, talkin "let my nuts hang"Trade ya the .4-5 and the Tek 9 for a drop MustangA long line of killers, drug dealers with stripesJust schoolin, you`re rollin pontentially, could take your adviceWe count big face and straight laces by the hundredsRagtops and big blocks, gettin the moneySippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10In a convertible Benz, fearin hunted, on twinsThey call me Bo-Loc, and fo` sho` I smoke the dodoand flip the `97 Sport to shake the po-poHigh rollers count, tall dollars will never fallIn this shit for the cash nigga, enter, forever ballChorusWe are surprised in this rap gameStraight gangsta shit makes the world go round, I`m nuttin niceOn a dice, bets are more wet and crush iceX-O, stretch Rolls, Bza`s and Lexo`sAnd fuck the best hoes, and never slippin like Magic JohnsonKeeps my cock down, increase my hatto, from Sac to ComptonRolex down, fools shot up, solid iceThe gin in the cask was still followed by the viceIn the S-Class, we does it on the gasOn my cell, Bo poppin my collar, all about my cashHow many diggers can you scat? Now picture thatwithout the feds on your back, homey, and that`s a factWe attack with Mac 1-12`s to protect my sackI pick up my pack, tellin the order "handle that"It ain`t no room for you busters cos we knuckle ya downfallPlayer haters, fuck y`all, let these ballers all ballChorus:Can we all ball?Can we all ball?Can we all ball?Can we all ball?Tell me, can we ball?

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