Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics
Chorus: fat patWanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the impalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by iceI hit the hiiighway, making money the flyyyy wayBut there's got to be a bett-er wayy!A better way, better way, yeah-ahhhh[yungstar]I'ma -- baller, i'ma twenty inch crawlerBlades on impala, diamond rottweillerI-10 hauler, not a leader not followerBreak these boys off i'ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, i'm outta sight i'm throwedI'm bouncin off the road i'm in a modem with them foe demTiny tune -- hop out my big body formChain with the chong, can't forget moet alongI'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my woodMan it's understood -- got money in my hoodI'm pushing big body can't stop meFor the nine-eight got to sell a million copyI'ma crawl slow puffin on the optimo hit the sto'I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'I'ma lit the stash green, man i'm lookin cleanWant remote control screens with ice bezeltynesChorus[fat pat]Big ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the benzBig ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the benzIn the wind smoke goes as i crawl down on voguesTwenty lorenzo, smoke all up in my noseYo' eyes, get froze, as you see my lowCandy-red, two-do', let my top down slowHittin, my remote, sittin, in my shitPresidential v-12 with that amg kitIt don't quit, as i get highFrom k.c. to h-town, connectin southsideNow we worldwide, watch me highsideFat pat blowin killa, can't be denied187 thugs, oh yeah we got loveBlowin sticky green we flow through and aboveChorus[lil' will]Sittin' fat down south, rollin benz on blocksMo' scrilla i got, signin with shortstopAnd that's for real, so tell me how you feelTo make a million dollars out my first record dealShortstop -- puttin up your mother*****in earReally really don't give a ***** and i ain't drinkin on no beerCodeine what i sip, pistol grip when i rideTrunk hit fo' life baby it's southsideWe on a *****in mission expedition navigatorThat's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasinPuttin it in your face, and that's for realShinin harder than the grill it's the player lil' willDown with the 2-low, yungstar be a thugSo nigga nigga what? i'm down with mo'thugsMo'thugs an' da bone, you know it's goin downRepresent that h-town, pop trunks surround by soundChorus[yungstar]I gots to get better man, it gots to move onSwitched from motorola to a primeco phoneBroke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeonUsed to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inchesHad to get older -- man it got colderI done got grown and got a chip on my shoulderLicks in kuwait, got links in pakistanBoys don't understand virtual reality caravanDouble doors marble floors ***** hoes around meEverytime i'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign meGot the lil' will diamond grillers ??Blaze in the benz and you can't forget den-den*****ie diamond ruby's, i'm watchin on a movieDrop the top it's cotton, and you know i'm in a jacuzziBourban and i'm swervin, man it's gettin hotMy last name lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, david taylorChorus[hawk]I hit the highwayEverything's my way, i par-leEveryday all day, ain't no wayBoys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhoodChop chop chop, headed straight to the topI only play to win -- bout to close up shopShowstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once againPeep the message i sendTake these levels that you devils can't comprehendBig bout it benz -- as i floss through the southBig blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?Close yo' mouth -- as i settle all scoresScream and shout -- my similes and metaphorsMansion doors -- i contstantly closeAll you hoes -- go and take off your clothesLord knows -- ain't no time to playCommence to *****in and-a suckin on the h.a.w.k.Chorus
