Lirik Lagu Wanna Be A Balla - Lil' Troy
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Chorus: Hawk
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Yungstar]I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawlerBlades on Impala, diamond rottweillerOctane hauler, not a leader not followerBreak these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwedI'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe demTiny tune -- hop out my big body formChain with the chong, can't forget Moet alongI'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my woodMan it's understood -- got money in my hoodI'm pushing big body can't stop meFor the nine-eight got to sell a million copyI'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin cleanWant remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Fat Pat]Big ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzBig ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzIn the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on VoguesTwenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my noseYo' eyes, get froze, as you see my lowCandy-red, two-do', let my top down slowHittin, my remote, sittin, in my shitPresidential V-12 with that AMG kitIt don't quit, as I get highfrom K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSideNow we worldwide, watch me highsideFat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied187 thugs, oh yeah we got loveBlowin sticky green we flow through and above
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Lil' Will]Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocksMo' scrilla I got, signin with ShortstopAnd that's for real, so tell me how you feelto make a million dollars out my first record dealShortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin earReally really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beerCodeine what I sip, pistol grip when I rideTrunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSideWe on a fuckin mission Expedition NavigatorThat's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasinPuttin it in your face, and that's for realShinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' WillDown with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thugSo nigga nigga what?I'm down with my own thugsMo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin downRepresent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Yungstar]I gots to get better man, it gots to move onSwitched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phoneBroke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeonUsed to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inchesHad to get older -- man it got colderI done got grown and got a chip on my shoulderLicks in Kuwait, got links in PakistanBoys don't understand virtual reality CaravanDouble doors marble floors naked hoes around meEverytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign meGot the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the denThe boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movieDrop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzziBourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hotMy last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Big T]I hit the highwayEverything's my way, I par-leEveryday all day, ain't no wayBoys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhoodChop chop chop, headed straight to the topI only play to win -- bout to close up shopShowstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once againPeep the message I sendTake these levels that you devils can't comprehendBig bout it Benz -- as I floss through the southBig blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scoresScream and shout -- my similes and metaphorsMansion doors -- I contstantly closeAll you hoes -- go and take off your clothesLord knows -- ain't no time to playCommence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H A W K
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH.
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Yungstar]I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawlerBlades on Impala, diamond rottweillerOctane hauler, not a leader not followerBreak these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwedI'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe demTiny tune -- hop out my big body formChain with the chong, can't forget Moet alongI'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my woodMan it's understood -- got money in my hoodI'm pushing big body can't stop meFor the nine-eight got to sell a million copyI'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin cleanWant remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Fat Pat]Big ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzBig ballin, smashin, makin my endsSmokin big killa gettin high in the BenzIn the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on VoguesTwenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my noseYo' eyes, get froze, as you see my lowCandy-red, two-do', let my top down slowHittin, my remote, sittin, in my shitPresidential V-12 with that AMG kitIt don't quit, as I get highfrom K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSideNow we worldwide, watch me highsideFat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied187 thugs, oh yeah we got loveBlowin sticky green we flow through and above
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Lil' Will]Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocksMo' scrilla I got, signin with ShortstopAnd that's for real, so tell me how you feelto make a million dollars out my first record dealShortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin earReally really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beerCodeine what I sip, pistol grip when I rideTrunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSideWe on a fuckin mission Expedition NavigatorThat's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasinPuttin it in your face, and that's for realShinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' WillDown with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thugSo nigga nigga what?I'm down with my own thugsMo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin downRepresent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Yungstar]I gots to get better man, it gots to move onSwitched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phoneBroke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeonUsed to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inchesHad to get older -- man it got colderI done got grown and got a chip on my shoulderLicks in Kuwait, got links in PakistanBoys don't understand virtual reality CaravanDouble doors marble floors naked hoes around meEverytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign meGot the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the denThe boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movieDrop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzziBourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hotMy last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Big T]I hit the highwayEverything's my way, I par-leEveryday all day, ain't no wayBoys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhoodChop chop chop, headed straight to the topI only play to win -- bout to close up shopShowstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once againPeep the message I sendTake these levels that you devils can't comprehendBig bout it Benz -- as I floss through the southBig blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scoresScream and shout -- my similes and metaphorsMansion doors -- I contstantly closeAll you hoes -- go and take off your clothesLord knows -- ain't no time to playCommence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H A W K
Wanna be a -- baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades -- on the ImpalaA caller gettin laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta spray my iceI hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAYBut there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH.
