To My Ballerz collabo Lyrics by Nasty Boy Klick

To My Ballerz collabo Lyrics

    [rappin' 4-tay]
    Yo, what's up ('sup)
    4-tay, nbk (nbk)
    Colabo (colabo)
    Check it out
    We mobbin' like this y'all

    [chorus]
    [nbk] to my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the lexus
    [4-tay] for all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
    [nbk] and to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
    [4-tay] 4-tay and nbk showin' love sho' 'nuff
    [nbk] to my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the lexus
    [4-tay] for all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
    [nbk] and to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
    [4-tay] 4-tay and nbk all night, all day

    [rappin' 4-tay]
    How would i rap? how would i rhyme? how would i get me some piece of mine?
    Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine
    Not that they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor
    You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior
    We gettin' these dirty damn presidents (presidents)
    For the safety deposit box in my residence
    Cuz real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular
    A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the regular
    Drop-top double r's, stackin' like escobar
    Gotta get that paper, us cali players do it all
    Genie, garage door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the feds off-balanced
    They can't find my mansion
    Three hundred ce's, five hundreds and half-dozens
    Just got that plug for my dogs, me and my cousins
    Just like them mafiosos, so let's just make a toast-a
    Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and i'm the force

    [chorus]

    [nbk]
    Now i'm, out the door with my entourage
    I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage
    Now we blazin' through your city
    All day at the ball, with the show and all these bitches
    Got my balls on, tip the valet and get the key
    Now we got one more hour until we gots to be onstage
    And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the spot
    Bouncin' through the avenues, roll up a fatty
    You have to see to cruise, and now we out front
    Rosa, roach from the blunt, and tell we smokey
    We left the vip person at the gate choking
    Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale?
    Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows
    Ziggy, how you smashing?
    In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by lincoln
    You know i put the shine on my dayton
    And the put the bounce in my speakers
    Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon

    [chorus]

    [nbk]
    For the dollaz, yo, sho' 'nuff video, get the switch off og's ride
    Four-oh-oh ods, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes
    Better tip you slow, had a vision the dough when the fo' fo' come round
    Our eyes are swoll', hold up, better get that
    Flip back, get your back up my mobile
    Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-tay, nbk, all day, everyday get paid
    No doubt for the clan i'm out gon' want, double o on the freeway
    Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway
    Walked into your house, bust it out, with a j and a bottle of tangerade

    [chorus]

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