Текст песни Northstar f Solomon Childs, Sugar Bang B - Ballin`
Northstar f Solomon Childs, Sugar Bang B - Ballin` слова песни
[Christ Bearer]I gotta have it in the mic booth, bad itMeko, The Abbott and Christ flow chromaticWe let the session break dayRelax while the Pro Tools, wax, CD and tape playBump it in ya six fo`, bump it in ya JeepThe motif brief from chief green leaf thiefI just tell `em how I do it in the rapPlus I`m cubic on the track, put the rubic in the mapI come most lucid and off the meat rackI just let the beat freak it then I freak it right backWith the, cognac and the eighth and brandyOr the dirt, when I`m hurt from Paramount and AndySmokin` Lex Luthor in the LandyThrowin` up the N.L., represent the Northside familyThe I was born off the Lewis and HillI still crack with Mac and Mill for the truest appealIt`s a Long Beach thang, the North is in the yangWith torched flame, the Wu-Tang bringin` the painThat ol` hood, four corner, twenty crib, insaneLook at how we game ain`t a damn thing changed[Chorus: Solomon Childs]When we Ballin`, we loved by fewHated by many, respected by allAnd all is fair in love and warWhen we Ballin`From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., shit we Ballin`When we Ballin`, we loved by fewHated by many, respected by allAnd all is fair in love and warWhen we Ballin`From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., when we Ballin`[Meko the Pharaoh]Yeah, huh, yeahHennessey and pineapple juice, condoms and chronicI Dutch Master situations `til they poppin`Smokin` on that tropic, relieves the third opticFloatin` through the city or heavy posted in the projectsWhere my people got a lot of loveAnd Friday niggaz usually throw a party, hit the clubUnless they pockets tore upThen we parkin` lot pimpin`, drinkin` smokin` a dubAnd that`s just the life on the West CoastWhere niggaz stay poppin` them bottles, doin` the most (yeah)Pourin` out liquor from my niggaz R.I.PWhile listen to the sound of `Pac and B.I.GNorthStar`s in the place to be (yeah)Shockin` all you funny ass niggaz scared to seeL.B. is where we put it down consciouslyConstantly, stompin` fleas[Chorus][Solomon Childs]I see guys and girls dancin` (yeah)NorthStar, million dollar thong party in the mansionHeadin` to Hamptons (uh-huh), Cadillac trucks filled wit ducksBut still a thug so the heat`ll be tucked (come on)Solomon Childs, at the bottom of the pool in diamondsBig chain swingin`, rocks as big as almondsAnd this is dedicated to the ho`s in the front rowsBroads in leotards at the Killa Bee shows (word?)And we Ballin`, heavyweight Sammy Davis Jr. lengthSomethin` like a pimp, V.S.O.P. wit the jumbo shrimpAnd the money`ll change who? Shit, I`m still hittin` them ratchets (come on)Got the God`s yellin` how I`m a classic (that`s right)Broads yellin` how I`m a bastard (yeah)Stand back motherfuckers, while the game get mastered (you know?)[Chorus][Outro: Sugar Bang Bang]Ballin`, bangin`, hangin`It`s a G thang to me, a G thang to meBallin`, bangin`, hangin`It`s a G thang to me, a G thang to me