Rapper's Ball

E-40, K-Ci, Too $hort2004年8月24日

歌詞

Rapper's Ball - E-40

Where them naked hoes at

E feezy

 

Too heezy

 

We off the heezy fa sheezy baby

Off the heezy I thought you theezy

Niggas ain't havin' no cheezy like us mayne

They ain't having no raveez ya know sh*t

Ha ha know what I'm sayin'

Where k ceezy at man tell him sing that sh*t

Lace them fools or something

B**ch

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Everyday you're at the mall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Claimin' that your mail is tall

 

Tell me is it true or false

I put my mack hand down ain't never been a sim'

I was havin' b r e a d way before this rap game ni**a been tim'

Thought you theezy for sheezy niggas 'member

Earl brandt and dannell them boys from vallejo

At every light it's automatic burn rubber

See my folkers in the traffic wassupper

Follow that cab it got d**e in it uhh

My ni**a hort got some hoes in it

I'm always hearin' rappers big ballin' on they songs

I do that sh*t for real and you will never say I'm wrong

S500 straight sitting on twenties

TV in the dash pimpin' hoes getting money

I'm too hort baby been down since the eighties

For the last eight years rode around in a mercedes

Lexus trucks drop vette caddy

B**ches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Everyday you're at the mall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Claimin' that your mail is tall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

K ci hort and forty fonzarelli

I'll probably never have long money like ross perelli

But sh*t we just want a help

Don't want the whole plate

Don't put the two on the ten don't ever perpetrate

Like a lot of these fools I see on tv

With the armani chanel versus versace

Why motherf**kers can't be broke sometimes

Sometimes it's cool to floss

But don't buy an eighty five thousand dollar car

Before you buy a house

They always said I couldn't rap I just say b**ch

I guess the b**ch made me rich

And now you wanna call me hardcore

While I be stepping out the shower on a marble floor

I pay the irs taxes send fedex and faxes

This industry is like f**king fat b**ches

All work and no play I do it everyday

Anyway cuz I gotta stay paid forty

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Everyday you're at the mall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Claimin' that your mail is tall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

We throw parties on big a** boats niggas 'bout they paper

Ultrafied all inclusive trips montego jamaica

Front row seats at the ultimate fights shamrock and severn

Long expensive fa uh flights up there in the heavens

Fat a** royalty checks fat a** cribs

Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony barbecuin' ribs

The more scrilla the merrier

 

I represent the yay area

I walked from foothill and havenscourt to sixty seven macarthur

To freddie b house to make tapes with my partner

Hit arroyo park we had tapes for sale

Got a paper bag full of that can't you tell

It's funky everybody nod they head like this

I said b**ch and everybody read my lips

I got rich sucking up the game from the o

And even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow

I survived cuz I got mo' game than them

It came straight from the prostitutes players and pimps

It was my destiny I came the same every time

So don't question me I transferred the game into rhymes

I'm not a freestyler don't rap for free mayne

It's paystyle on mine cuz I love money mayne

 

Landrovers and toyota lexuses

Six hundred v twelve with them big a** motor mercedeses

We don't be savin' hoes b**ches be savin' us

B**ch disrespect me in my car b**ch best to catch the bus

I keep a briefcase full of game while y'all be ear hustlin'

Ain't no paperback pimpin' ni**a we ain't strugglin'

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Everyday you're at the mall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

Say that you got it all

 

Love the way you players ball

 

Claimin' that your mail is tall

 

Tell me is it true or false

 

I'm shorty the pimp I come funky

Again and again they say when will it end

Maybe never cause I can still spit it

But I ain't rappin' for cheese I want meal tickets

Gotta start somewhere and I'm past that

For the right scratch I'll be the last mack

So stick yaself pretty tony

You tryin' to make a hit but your sh*t sounds phony

Not like at t but like et

You can't be me so would you please see

If you can keep my name out your mouth

Cause you don't really know what the game's all about

It's 'bout feedin' the family not freakin' in the benz

Instead of rentin' pay for that roof on your head

And stop pimpin' in your own mind knowin' you a trick

Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick

B**ch

 

That's ritt

Too heezy ant banks forty fonzarelli k ci

 

Damn is that right

That's right

 

***歌詞來自第三方***