Текст (слова) песни: Paul Wall - Big Ballin`

I`m ballin baby
Gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
I`m ballin man, I ain`t braggin
I`m just tellin you what it is like, I`m ballin
Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?}
I see you on the beat mo` betta

[Paul Wall]
I`m comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape jelly
My paint`s drippin wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in this dirty third
I hold it down for the block bleeders workin overtime
Not concerned at all with petty shit, I`m occupied on the grind
I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead
I soaked up game at a early age, I`m built for this, I`ma seasoned vet
Swangers symbolize respect, cain`t just anybody tip on Vogues
They`ll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and leave ya ass
naked walkin home
Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin in the back of the ride
My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I`d be obliged
I`m comin straight from the land of the fry, the city of syrup
and the home of Screw
I`m on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin cash in my Reebok shoe
What that do I can`t complain, the candy gloss drippin off the frame
Ball in the mix I`m off the chain, it`s goin down H-Town

[Chorus]
I`m big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I`m spendin cheese
I`m on my grind all day makin money with ease

[Paul Wall]
I`m grippin on that woodgrain, I`m sippin on that good drank
I`m showin love to every side and every neighborhood mayne
I got them neon lights glowin, representin my block
I`m on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk popped
From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I`m on Scott, in the turning lane
I`m headed straight to that Timmy Chan`s, order up and let`s get some wangs
New Hawk on that chan-nel, I`m on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house, I`m navigated by bubble lights
I`m teded{?} by that junior, I`m cut up by White Mike
Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a beautiful night
That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss
I`m tiptoein on fo` swangers, eighty-fo`s like Randy Moss
Open mouth and show platinum grill, it`s like a disco ball
I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive jaws
They see me comin grill and woman, truck bumpin
Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I`m a baller

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall]
When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth relax
I make the trunk dance around like it`s doin jumpin jacks
I`m ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo`s tiptoein
And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights glowin
The candy paint`s immaculate, drippin wet up off the fender
Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender
I got the flat screens fallin down from the ceiling
And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the filling
I`m big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I`m stackin change
Gettin money I`m havin thangs with two commas, I can`t complain
Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin lanes
In the turning lane leavin stains, cause I`m a baller

[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: Paul Wall - Big Ballin` I`m ballin baby Gridiron on the beat Big house, big car Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere I`m ballin man, I ain`t braggin I`m just tellin you what it is like, I`m ballin Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?} I see you on the beat mo` betta [Paul Wall] I`m comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie 12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape jelly My paint`s drippin wet, my slab is superb Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in this dirty third I hold it down for the block bleeders workin overtime Not concerned at all with petty shit, I`m occupied on the grind I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead I soaked up game at a early age, I`m built for this, I`ma seasoned vet Swangers symbolize respect, cain`t just anybody tip on Vogues They`ll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and leave ya ass naked walkin home Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin in the back of the ride My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I`d be obliged I`m comin straight from the land of the fry, the city of syrup and the home of Screw I`m on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin cash in my Reebok shoe What that do I can`t complain, the candy gloss drippin off the frame Ball in the mix I`m off the chain, it`s goin down H-Town [Chorus] I`m big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I`m spendin cheese I`m on my grind all day makin money with ease [Paul Wall] I`m grippin on that woodgrain, I`m sippin on that good drank I`m showin love to every side and every neighborhood mayne I got them neon lights glowin, representin my block I`m on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk popped From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I`m on Scott, in the turning lane I`m headed straight to that Timmy Chan`s, order up and let`s get some wangs New Hawk on that chan-nel, I`m on that dolly right On the way to my gran-ty house, I`m navigated by bubble lights I`m teded{?} by that junior, I`m cut up by White Mike Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a beautiful night That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss I`m tiptoein on fo` swangers, eighty-fo`s like Randy Moss Open mouth and show platinum grill, it`s like a disco ball I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive jaws They see me comin grill and woman, truck bumpin Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I`m a baller [Chorus] [Paul Wall] When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth relax I make the trunk dance around like it`s doin jumpin jacks I`m ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo`s tiptoein And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights glowin The candy paint`s immaculate, drippin wet up off the fender Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender I got the flat screens fallin down from the ceiling And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the filling I`m big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I`m stackin change Gettin money I`m havin thangs with two commas, I can`t complain Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin lanes In the turning lane leavin stains, cause I`m a baller [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Big Ballin`: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/9991.html Все тексты песен: Paul Wall » Paul Wall - Tryin to Get Paid » Paul Wall - They Don`t Know » Paul Wall - Trill » Paul Wall - Game Over freestyle » Paul Wall - They Don`t Know Freestyle » Paul Wall - Why You Peepin Me » Paul Wall - Bounce Back Freestyle » Paul Wall - So Many Diamonds » Paul Wall - Know What I`m Talkin` About » Paul Wall - Oh Girl » Paul Wall - I`m A Playa » Paul Wall - GYMC Song » Paul Wall - Smooth Operator » Paul Wall - Who Gives a Fuck » Paul Wall - Game Over (Flip) Freestyle » Paul Wall - Be Easy (Flow) » Paul Wall - March And Step » Paul Wall - Lick Freestyle » Paul Wall - Ridin` Dirty » Paul Wall - All Eyez on Me Freestyle Рекомендуем скачать: » Хвостенко Алексей - Прославление Олега Соханевича » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хабарова Кира - Старый еврей » Хабарова Кира - Трамвайчик » Хромов Юра - РАЗГОВОР СО СВЕЧОЙ » Хабарова Кира - Вышка » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беда » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Надо выбрать день » Хор и Оркестр ГАБТ СССР - Марш энтузиастов (Авиамарш) » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хромов Юра - СИНИЙ ВЕЧЕР » Хабарова Кира - Букашечка » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Про лето » Хромов Юра - СЕСТРА-РАЗЛУКА » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Художник - Радиошторм
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