paroles de chanson Rapper's Ball - E-40, K-Ci & Too $hort
Where
them
naked
hoes
at?
E-Feezey!
Too
Scheezy!
We
off
the
heezy
fo'scheezy
baby!
Off
the
heezy
I
thought
you
theezy!!
Niggaz
ain't
havin
no
cheesy
like
us
main!
They
ain't
havin
no
raveez!
Shit
Haha
you
know
us
Where
K-Ceeezi
at
man?
Tell
him
sing
that
shit
Lace
dem
fools
or
something
Beotch!
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
asound
I
was
havin
b-r-e-a-d
way
before
this
rap
game
nigga
been
town
Thought
you
theezy,
for
sheezy,
niggaz
'member
Earl,
Brat,
and
Denell
dem
boys
from
Vallel
At
every
light
it's
automatic,
BURN
RUBBER
See
my
folkers
in
the
traffic,
WHASSUP
ERB
Follow
that
cab
it
got
dope
in
it,
uhh
My
potnah
$hort
got
hoes
in
it
I'm
always
hearin
rappers
big
ballin
on
they
songs
I
do
that
shit
for
real
and
you'll
never
say
I'm
wrong
S-500
straight
sittin
on
twenties
TV
in
the
dash
pimpin
hoes
gettin
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
Bitches
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
E-40
Fonzarelli
I'll
probably
never
have
long
money
like
Ross
Perilli
But
shit
we
just
want
a
hip
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
Versacci
Why
motherfuckers
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
bitch
I
guess
the
bitch,
made
me
rich
And
now
you
wanna
call
me
hardcore
While
I
be
steppin
out
the
shower
on
a
marble
floor
I
paid
the
IRS
taxes
send
FedEx
and
faxes
This
industry'll
is
like
fuckin,
fat
bitches
All
work
and
no
play,
I
do
it
everyday
Anyway
cuz
I
gotta
stay
paid
40
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-ass
boats,
niggaz
wrap
they
paper
Ultrafied
all-inclusive
trips,
Montego
Jamaica
Front
row
seats
at
the
Ultimate
Fights,
shamrock
and
severin
Long
expensive
fuh-flights,
up
dere
in
the
heavens
Fat
ass
royalty
checks,
fat
ass
cribs
Smokin
blunts
and
drinkin
brew
on
the
blacony,
barbecuin
ribs
The
more
scrilla,
the
merrier
I
represent
the
Ya
area
I
walk
from
Foothill
and
Paperscourt
to
Sixty-Seven
MacArthur
To
Freddie
B
house
to
make
tapes
with
my
potnah
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
bitch,
and
everybody
read
my
lips
I
got
rich,
suckin
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
transfer
the
game
in
the
rhymes
I'm
not
a
freestyler,
don't
rap
for
free
main
It's
Paystyle
on
mine,
cuz
I
love
money
main
Landrovers
and
Toyota,
Lexuses
Six-hundred
feet
twelve
with
them
big
ass
motor
Mercedeses
We
don't
be
savin
hoes,
bitches
be
savin
us
Bitch
disrespect
me
in
my
car,
bitch
best
to
catch
the
bus
I
keep
a
briefcase
full
of
game,
while
y'all
be
ear-hustlin
Ain't
no
paperback
pimpin
nigga,
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
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