Текст песни Ghetto Ballin' - La Chat
(Intro)
Awe
Yeah
Hynotize
motherfuckin'
Minds
in
Here
and
we
ghetto
motherfuckin'
ballin
Nigga
you
know
what
that
means
that
means
you
might
walk
up
in
the
projects
In
the
south
and
see
a
2,
500
motherfuckin'
benz
or
a
motherfuckin'
72
Motherfuckin
colors
slamed
on
double
duces
on
some
motherfuckin
17s
You
know
what
I'm
saying
dice
games
going
on,
no
crystals
Fifths
in
the
back
pocket
and
its
going
down
nigga
we
on
top
(Chorus)
Drove
to
my
liver,
pass
it
to
my
nigga
Sippin
on
that
liquor,
flossin
on
you
niggaz
Ridin
through
the
hoody,
fuckin
with
that
goody
Flip-floppin
pi-zaint,
and
we
on
some
20's
(DJ
Paul)
Back,
Back
up
Bitch
cause
we
comin
through
In
the
motherfuckin
prowler
on
the
back
20
motherfuckin'
two's
Skinny
nigga
with
gold's
and
tattoes
a
beer
belly
But
still
I
make
them
ho's
say
I
love
you
From
a
motherfuckin
pretty
boy
smile
them
diamonds
in
my
mouth
Make
them
gals
go
motherfuckin'
wow
Draped
in
some
fuckin'
ICE
be
ERG
Or
jeans
with
white
motherfuckin
tees
(Juicy
J)
Ridin
Heavy
Chevy
thang
foot
on
the
gas
Sippin
on
that
syrup
bout
to
smoke
a
pack
Niggas
know
I'm
bogus
cause
I
ain't
got
no
tags
Eyes
like
a
China
man
nothing
but
laughs
Bumpin'
like
a
motherfucka
I'm
bout
to
flip
Everywhere
I'm
ridin
niggas
know
its
a
strip
Phone
in
my
hand
two-way
on
my
hip
Atone
in
my
lap
with
a
blunt
to
my
lip
(Chorus)
(La
Chat)
Why
you
bitches
want
to
hate
on
La
Chat
Man
ya'll
don't
know
Cause
I'm
everythang
flexing
so
mean
upon
you
hoes
Life
is
good
motherfucka
I'm
gon
live
to
the
fullest
Got
a
problem
step
on
up
and
you
be
dodging
these
bullets
I
pull
up
so
clean
Expedition
this
beam
They
know
what's
finna
go
down
once
I'm
back
at
the
scene
Hit
the
mall
get
the
rag
gotta
took
up
my
golds
Yeah
I
be
gettin
my
shine
on
man
you
already
know
Niggas
choosin
but
you
losin
Gotta
chop
out
your
cheese
Don't
need
your
ass
I
don't
want
cha
unless
you
got
more
than
me
Ima
real
bitch
tril
bitch
Takin
no
shit
Bitch
dog,
bitch
nall,
bitch
ready
to
ball
(trick)
See
I'm
that
motherfucka
breaking
you
down
You
already
see
these
niggas
faudging
when
La
Chat
come
around
Bitches
discing
when
I'm
flickin,
know
I'm
out
for
a
killing
You
Want
your
nigga
don't
be
stippin
cause
I
stay
by
my
biby
(yeah)
(Chorus)
1 Intro
2 Don't Sang It
3 A Crumb 2 A Brick
4 You Ain't Mad Iz Ya
5 Ghetto Ballin'
6 Slob On My Cat
7 Salt Shakers Hotline
8 Salt Shakers
9 Peanut Butter
10 U Claimin' You're Real
11 Make Somethin'
12 Ain't No Ni**a
13 Ni**a Comin' Clean
14 What Kinda B**ch Do You Want
15 I Don't Trust Dem Boys
16 Yeah, I Rob
17 Wolf Pack
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