Текст песни D-Gotti, D-Reck, Double D - Legally Ball
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[Hook - 2x]In the season of droughtThe music, still let us flossCause we done cleaned the houseAnd now we legally ball[Double D]Now I`ma make it known, that it`s about to be onThis Wreckshop representer, I`m mashing on the mic and I`m goneI`m isolated for eight weeks, high making beatsUnderground and all over town, we heard in the streetsBleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nineI`m weeding glock hit to my side, at all timesThanking God for mine, that`s the way I prevailAnd this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mailTo get the house and the 600, them hoes funnyTalking down when a nigga done it, that`s how I run itMaking moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don`t like itBut niggaz gotta respect that, my whole placeProtected wih AK`s and rugers, a whole gang of shootersWith high tech computers, so when it`s time to do youMy adversaries, getting carried awayThat`s on the real nigga chill, cause we don`t play[Hook - 2x][D-Reck]It started off a dream, on a triple beamPlotting on a scheme, to rock this music sceneDre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get bluntedNow I`m moving weed with Eaz`, everybody was on itNo more crawling to balling, at a rapid paceNo more stalling to falling, I`m stuffing my safeRelocated pent houses, I reside high riseWent to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyesHow lucky could I be, to meet P-A-TReunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke DAnd that boy E.S.G., and that D-GottiWe the Wreckshop family, making ghetto historyNow it`s on it`s on, we the head of the throneWreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thongIf you hating on this, you can suck my dickD-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that`s real[Hook - 2x][D-Gotti]I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocksChasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up lockedIn a cell, fiending for that funny fast mailI got a story to tell, I`ve been living in hellSelling for less, when I always wanted the bestWas it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressedGod bless my soul, I walked a mile on glassBare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashedPaid bills for my mama, even though I placed dramaSo sick with Pops, I could damn near vomitStanding still like a zombie, but my angels was watchingNow I step in Gucci insides, and I`m microphone rockingFive thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last nightEating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flightWe gon ball despite, or the game with same changeI hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying[Hook - 4x]