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King T f Baby S

Skweez Ya Ballz

194 3 часа назад

Текст песни King T f Baby S - Skweez Ya Ballz

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[ Baby S ]All of y`all sit back, relax, I take you to the olden timeWhen rap rhymes wasn`t the only thing I had on my mindPushin nickel sacks of stress, oh how can I get rich?Hm - turned on the mic and turn out yo trick, don`t switchStayin true is what I`m in this game to doCause Hollywood seems to get around like the flu[ King T ]Yeah and most of all most of y`all bitch-madeSo Baby S and King T emerge from the shizznadeAnd put it in the air like the chronic you smokeThe Westside baby loc and T goin for brokeSo like peep it how we deal it, keep it if you feel itAll the set-trippin, kill it, it only takes a minuteFor ah King Tee to set the party at easeGrab the Silver Satin, roll up some weedSnatch a hoodrat with a proper-ass weaveAnd dash to the floor and boogie with the rest of the gees[ CHORUS: Baby S ]To all my niggas, get involvedTo all my bitches, get involvedAnd if you`re down with smokin stress, chronic weed or cessGrab your dillznick and squeeze your ballsTo all my bitches, get involvedTo all my niggas, get involvedAnd if you`re down with smokin cess, chronic weed or stressGrab your dillznick and squeeze your balls[ King T ]Hey Baby S, I get stressed with these punks on the tubeThey wanna be me (me) they wanna be you (They wanna-be`s) That`s the only thing that`s trueI swing through, hit em with the bomb like PoohWhen I`m dippin in my hood with my powder blue BroughamTicklin the switches, Daytons all chromeCan`t leave it alone, keep em bouncin at the cribBut hold up Baby S, tell em what you did[ Baby S ]I touched the blue moon, my body feels numbCause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to comeOne love for my family, immediate killersThe ones I trust to count my figures while I`m sippin on liquorBlazin on some sticky green where I`m put up on the sceneUp and down, King stuck up in some young teenSo many dream, we fiend for a woman with creamDippin in my gangsta lean like your video screen[ CHORUS ][ Baby S ]Now listen, what you hear is not a testIt`s that realer from the West named Baby SAnd I got the gangsta gangsta hitMakin lil` busters wanna write and other brothers fightBut they can`t sound like the niggaroe supremeDroppin bombs every time I done stepped on the sceneSeems my only dream is for platinum plusAnd in God we trust, I gotta do it in a rush[ King T ]Trust we gon` bust, trust we gon` sellCause all through I-A plus the county jailThat nigga King T known for stackin his mailSittin in ( ? ) waitin on my bailCalifornia, haters let me warn yaThem two killers gamin up on yaKing T and Baby S navigatin through the WestAll hoods, all sets, some gees on deck[ CHORUS ]

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