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歌詞

(Intro) (Men talking as pager goes off) (Chorus) Baller Baller, We don't want no Ballers (3X) Baller Baller, We don't want no motherfucking Ballers (Verse 1) Baller Baller, get off of my tip Punk motherfucker, you better not slip 'Cause if you do, you'll get stuck like a truck And you know what, I don't give a fuck 'Cause I'll keep going, and flowing, and showing H.W.A. has got to keep hoeing For thousand, keeping the crowd arousing While they're smiling, and my pussy profiling I know what you want, but hoes get cash You guessing that you're getting a piece of this ass? Your bank was short, rolling down San Pedro You cold made a jack on a man with a kilo Thinking that you're balling, yet you're falling When you go to jail, it's me that you're calling But I don't want do brawl a baller I need a brother that's taller Chorus: (Verse 2) 5.0, on the road, on the go As you go serve another kilo L.A.P.D. on your ass, moving fast On the other side, what they gave us for Looking for a drive by, in a low ride But you get away, see me rolling, pull up beside me Knowing that I'm hoeing, coming with a rap Looking for a fly girl, but I don't want a Jerry Curl Fucking blue lights shining in the mirror I swerve to the right, so I can stay clear A punk ass nigga, thinking that he's bigger If the Feds don't smoke him, Jazz pull the trigger 'Cause we'll go to jail, do well in the cell We don't give a fuck when it comes to tell Another bitch who tries to stand taller Never fuck around with a nigga that's a baller (Chorus) (2X) (Verse 3) Fuck a baller in a straight out diss If you're with one, you're a dumb ass bitch I'm on the go, here to dish another kilo Serving, curving, but to me, you're burning wood In the neighborhood, if you could, I know you would Try to screw me But your dick is too short to catch up to me Keep that shit in your goddam pants 'Cause with a real fly hoe you don't stand a chance Get a little money, is what you need to do And stick with that beast that's been rolling with you 'Cause you're faking, shaking, I ain't got no time With a nigga that's a baller, with playing on his mind Living like you do, your ass is getting smaller Take that, you motherfucking baller! (Chorus) (repeat and fade)