Wanna Be A Baller
(专辑: Sittin' Fat Down South - 1999)
[Fat Pat:] Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah [Yungstar:] I'm a
baller, I'm a
twenty-inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I-10 hauler, never leader not a
follower Break these boys off I'm a
twenty-inch crawler Bust a
left, a
right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncing off the
road I'm in a
mode with them foe them Take it to 'em Hop out my big body form Chain with the
charm, can't forget Moët along I'm hot, find me looking good, diamonds against my wood Man it's understood Got money in my hood I'm pushing big body can't stop me For the
nine-eight got to sell a
million copy I'mma crawl slow puffin on the
Optimo hit the
store I'mma go real slow Puffin indo out the
door I'mma lit the
stash green, man I'm looking clean Want remote control screens and nice Byzantines Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah [Fat Pat:] Big balling, smashing, making my ends Smoking big killa getting high in the
Benz Big balling, smashing, making my ends Smoking big killa getting high in the
Benz In the
wind smoke goes as I
crawl down on Vogues Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose Your eyes, get froze, as you see my low Candy-red, two-door, let my top down slow Hitting, my remote, sitting, in my shit Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I
get high From K.C. to H-Town, connecting SouthSide Now we worldwide, watch me highside Fat Pat blowing killa, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah we got love Blowing sticky green we flow through and above Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah [Lil' Will:] Sitting Fat Down South, rolling Benz on blocks More scrilla I
got, signing with Shortstop And that's for real, so tell me how you feel To make a
million dollars out my first record deal Shortstop putting up your motherfucking ear Really really don't give a
fuck and I
ain't drinking on no beer Codeine what I
sip, pistol grip when I
ride Trunk hit for life baby it's SouthSide We on a
fucking mission Expedition Navigator That's how we be riding, alligator suitcasin Putting it in your face, and that's for real Shining harder than the
grill it's the
player Lil' Will Down with the 2
Low, Yungstar be a
thug So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's going down Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah [Yungstar:] I
gots to get better man, it gots to move on Switched from Motorola to a
PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older man it got colder I
done got grown and got a
chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me Every time I'm coming out, niggas they wanna sign me Got the
Lil' Will diamond grill in my grin Blaze in the
Benz and you can't forget DenDen Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watching on a
movie Drop the
top on Scott, and you know I'm in a
jacuzzi 'Burban and I'm swerving, man it's getting hot My last name Lemon, drive my tight'um off the
lot, David Taylor Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah [Hawk:] I
hit the
highway Everything's my way, I
parlay Everyday all day, ain't no way Boys can't stop as I
slide through your neighborhood Chop chop chop, headed straight to the
top I
only play to win about to close up shop Showstoppin dead end, pimp the
pen once again Peep the
message I
send Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend Big Body Benz As I
floss through the
south Big blue lens Now what you talking about? Close your mouth as I
settle all scores Scream and shout my similes and metaphors Mansion doors I
constantly close All you hoes go and take off your clothes Lord knows: ain't no time to play Commence to fucking and-a sucking on the
H.A.W.K Wanna be a
baller, shot caller Twenty-inch blades on the
Impala Call her getting laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike I
hit the
highway, making money the
fly way But there's got to be a
better way! A
better way, better way, yeah