Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Professional Ballers

[Marvaless]
Yeah, ladies first so watch me set it off, even the brothers can`t touch us
Professional Ballers is what they call us, ain`t no tellin who we`re bailin
Kentucky, Texas, ATL strikin in a Lexus
The nigga that wanna test this
Thought this shit was shut down, thought this shit was dead like Makaveli
Cali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit I`m knowin
Haters, I know you`re bumpin this shit so here`s another *?daltz?*
From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California`s most

[Pizzo]
We don`t need no practice, no theatrics
bout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it
Tryin to stack my riches like Bill Gates
Servin raw and uncut caine so you can`t hate
Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass
But we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch ass
Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope

Chorus: C-Bo

We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball
All the things we dream we wanna see before we call
So we pack heavy, push Chevy`s, makin the `fetti
If you`re ready to holler at a Professional Baller
*repeat*

[Mac Mall]
Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit
off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we`re hidin
astronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recop
Shoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocks
Big wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monks
I be flossin in gators, maybe ??? ???
Tennis shoes, press our shit
Aliens gank and flew, runnin out to see you
with the loot

Interlude: Killa Tay

Yeah
West Coast Mafia, bitch
Everybody else can suck a dick

[Killa Tay]
I`m steadily tryin to get my bail on
tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain`t far
Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me
The K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locster
Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics
Respect game, with or without these gold chains
We`re sure the West got shit sold
from the rap game to the cocaine, come get some
Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen
Payin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja
no pretendin, we`re steady ballin

Chorus

[C-Bo]
From the Valley to the Bay, I`m known for stackin chips
My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit
`74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip
Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don`t trip
Makin moves, pushin luxuries to ol` schools
I spit the A-1, that`s why my pockets weigh a tonne
And my crew be Mafioso`s, high performance and low-lows
Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe

[JT Tha Bigga Figga]
Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin
We`re rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest
player that you spot, duck or dodge?
It`s all, turn the Impalas all skirty
Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted
Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz
Ready to bust and make it happen fo` sho`, so stack G`s
with them 8-ball gangstas
and the young mack knees and that`s for sheez

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Professional Ballers [Marvaless] Yeah, ladies first so watch me set it off, even the brothers can`t touch us Professional Ballers is what they call us, ain`t no tellin who we`re bailin Kentucky, Texas, ATL strikin in a Lexus The nigga that wanna test this Thought this shit was shut down, thought this shit was dead like Makaveli Cali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit I`m knowin Haters, I know you`re bumpin this shit so here`s another ?daltz? From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California`s most [Pizzo] We don`t need no practice, no theatrics bout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it Tryin to stack my riches like Bill Gates Servin raw and uncut caine so you can`t hate Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass But we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch ass Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope Chorus: C-Bo We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball All the things we dream we wanna see before we call So we pack heavy, push Chevy`s, makin the `fetti If you`re ready to holler at a Professional Baller repeat [Mac Mall] Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we`re hidin astronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recop Shoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocks Big wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monks I be flossin in gators, maybe ??? ??? Tennis shoes, press our shit Aliens gank and flew, runnin out to see you with the loot Interlude: Killa Tay Yeah West Coast Mafia, bitch Everybody else can suck a dick [Killa Tay] I`m steadily tryin to get my bail on tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain`t far Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me The K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locster Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics Respect game, with or without these gold chains We`re sure the West got shit sold from the rap game to the cocaine, come get some Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen Payin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja no pretendin, we`re steady ballin Chorus [C-Bo] From the Valley to the Bay, I`m known for stackin chips My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit `74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don`t trip Makin moves, pushin luxuries to ol` schools I spit the A-1, that`s why my pockets weigh a tonne And my crew be Mafioso`s, high performance and low-lows Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe [JT Tha Bigga Figga] Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin We`re rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest player that you spot, duck or dodge? It`s all, turn the Impalas all skirty Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz Ready to bust and make it happen fo` sho`, so stack G`s with them 8-ball gangstas and the young mack knees and that`s for sheez Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Professional Ballers: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/24498.html Все тексты песен: C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th » C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Professional Ballers » C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Til My Casket Drops » C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Til My Casket Drops » C-Bo f Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Th - Professional Ballers Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава - Мартовский снег » Браво - Пилот 12-45 » Борис Кинер, Михаил Кинер - Колесный пароход » Борис Вайханский - Прощание с фонарями » Борис Шигин - Аромат XX века » Борис Браславский - Рождение стиха » Браво - Небо » Булат Окуджава - Гори, огонь, гори » Булат Окуджава - Ну чем тебе потрафить » Борис Бондарев - Наши предки моря бороздили... » Булат Окуджава - В детстве мне встретился как-то кузнечик... » Борис Бурда - Напишите письмо » Борис Щеглов - Дон-Кихот » Борис Гордон - Одиночество перед Пасхой » Борис Гордон - Домодедовский вальс » Булат Окуджава - Господа юнкера » Би-2 - Зажигать » Братья Грим - Норвегия » Би-2 - Новолунье » Борис Вайханский - Баллада про Марфу Кошелкину, или Рассказ слесаря-сантехника
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