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[Hook: x2] You in a balla race, tryin to get all in a balla's face Workin you hips at a balla pace Wanna see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place [Andre Nickatina:] Man, I'm a semi-automatic, gotta get the cabbage It's worser than religion man it's worser than a habbit Work those heels make sue they don't break How much dough can a sucka whick make Roller Coaster baby let 'em ride Do what you do but don't brake your stride Four door car son in Las Vegas nights My Gators so new that they still might bite I'm gettin money, cause I run red lights And my super witch is super tight Man you coulda been foolin me, tryin to give me fake jewelry Rap cat chargin choose a fee Peel bread or you losin me, like I'm stolen, it's golden And I'm rollin and I'm holdin On a knot so fat she say, "Nicky do you love that" In a mirror with the weed sack I heard her but I didn't answer back Man I like that little flute, remind me of Ronnie Newt I think I'ma wear my caramel suit with the brown tie and them matching boots Letras de cancionesAin't that the truth, girl your vision is like chess Ten doors down and nothin less Freak we can ball out, never have a fall out Roll around town no doubt with the 'Moe God Khan Have that dough see, have that Cabana, have that Prada and Sean John [Hook x2] [Equipto:] Man everything fast Talk about bread but everything cash Divide the dividends, devide we livin in Mo' high than a little bit Gotta spit the game and lace 'em with it Me and Dreez got a race to finish A relay, what replay, DJ don't waste a minute The way she pop it for profits These tricks they open they wallets And plus they callin right after, my beezy stay in they pocket I got it stamped to a sign, to back of my hand And I don't just rap for fans I'ma do it like char, Hawaii, ho in a arm Three more in the car [Andre Nickatina:] Baby I cradle this, like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina I'm right behind ya, and tryin to find ya and I remind ya . . . Man excuse me my mouth is like an uzi If you choose me, cause I look past all that beauty Cause you destined to have duty And you Shirley Temples are like candy swirls Man all up in here is candy girls Freak bring your friends along if they got a car and they up to par Because my mouthpiece fast like a rabbit Paint so swell you think you can grab it Even magicians think it's magic The way it's all wrapped up and packaged, baby it's a balla's race [Equipto:] Like a Tour De France All in a rush ignore the past Hop on a bus explore the map For the homies ain't here I'd pour the Yak out On your mark get set Yeah, he could ball first but he ain't no threat And I could bet that on a past line Yeah she in last place for the last time At a line, at a time, at a pocket Block your mind from the gossip It's a new day, roll tough with my hoes A nigga show you how to pop it, that coochie You lost your pace And never had a taste of the Boss Soss all in your face With no time to waste Now let me see you chase the bread before you get replaced [Hook x2] From Letras Mania