Lirik Lagu On Ball - Xzibit
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(feat. Daz Dillinger, The Game, T-Pain)
[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]Yeah, help for the helpless!Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain adlibs]Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money!(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)For baaaiiilll....
[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]I'm on bail, got that weight for saleStrawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tailI'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tellYeah!
[Daz Dillinger]I'm on a two million dollar bailCaught with the product that them young niggaz sellI'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pagerThe situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangstersTen years up on the table, I deny that flavorShe a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet)Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losinNow I'm back up on the street, completely correctlyYou disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' beAutomatics get tragic when you let niggaz have itThen I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbageMonday morning, 8:30 right back in courtCouple of homeboys, my momma give me full supportRaised up filthy but the Lord be with meLike an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]They used to have me on that paperwork'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirtSee I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocksSimilarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock)'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caughtOnly the pros and the cons get to stack these knotsMotherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karatsWhen they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrotInformation they sharing so be cautious where ya walkNever pillow talk behind closed doors in the darkIt might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict youto a five by nine for a very long timeFuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundredsSo the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love itIf I don't go get it, then the next nigga willSo I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fieldsYeah!
[Chorus]
[The Game]Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too muchTell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truckIt's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in itGet ass in it and I gotta stash in itSmoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tahSmokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac aliveBandana knotted in the front like 2Pac aliveWalkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guyI bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death RowThis some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death rowExhibit A - watch how I let the tec goAnd Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast
[Chorus - 2X]
[Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all know y'all miss that shit
[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]Yeah, help for the helpless!Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain adlibs]Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money!(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)For baaaiiilll....
[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]I'm on bail, got that weight for saleStrawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tailI'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tellYeah!
[Daz Dillinger]I'm on a two million dollar bailCaught with the product that them young niggaz sellI'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pagerThe situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangstersTen years up on the table, I deny that flavorShe a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet)Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losinNow I'm back up on the street, completely correctlyYou disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' beAutomatics get tragic when you let niggaz have itThen I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbageMonday morning, 8:30 right back in courtCouple of homeboys, my momma give me full supportRaised up filthy but the Lord be with meLike an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]They used to have me on that paperwork'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirtSee I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocksSimilarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock)'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caughtOnly the pros and the cons get to stack these knotsMotherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karatsWhen they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrotInformation they sharing so be cautious where ya walkNever pillow talk behind closed doors in the darkIt might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict youto a five by nine for a very long timeFuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundredsSo the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love itIf I don't go get it, then the next nigga willSo I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fieldsYeah!
[Chorus]
[The Game]Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too muchTell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truckIt's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in itGet ass in it and I gotta stash in itSmoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tahSmokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac aliveBandana knotted in the front like 2Pac aliveWalkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guyI bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death RowThis some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death rowExhibit A - watch how I let the tec goAnd Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast
[Chorus - 2X]
[Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all know y'all miss that shit
