Текст песни Balla Baby (Remix) - Chingy feat. G.I.B.

Yeah, yeah
This for my ballers worldwide (Worldwide!)
State to state...
City to city...
That's right! Ballers Ballers. Let's do this, dirty
Remix...
You know, Ching-a-ling
You know how I do it: representing St. Louis
Put your hands up, put your hands up

I'm a baller (baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

I got the pots up in the kitchen
I'm just a baller pitching-in my division
Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening
So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing
The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing
Looking at my wrists
And shooting them balls in Detroit like I play for the Pistons
Baby if you listening, I'm a' tour so much
Folks say I'm missing, gettin'
This baller s-k-in', I be running around with it, spitting it
The hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here
I wish you would in here, we smoke good in here
Moving through your hood shining
Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds
Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming
I get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause I'm a

I'm a baller (baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

It ain't nuthing to a boss
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that's the combination
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating
Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume
I got my own liquor, why he drinking Alizee?
Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock
But I still get respect on my own block
Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back
Three cribs, one Viper, and a Mayback
I'm like, baby, you can call me the "Birdman"
But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man
Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain
So even when I'm not around, they promote the name
I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone
I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb
A baller, baby!

I'm a baller (baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?

That's me, that's right, I've got a Bentley for sure
A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more
I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores
I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room
I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore
On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores
Said I'm on another level that you can't afford
Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more
That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more
Cause my price at work sure be on soar
That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores
Cause I won't settle for nothing less than more

I'm a baller (baller)
Highroller, baby
Where the ballers at?
Shotcaller (caller)
Driving chickens crazy
Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (hater)
Why you trying to play me?
Where the ballers at?
Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady
Where the shotcallers at?