lirik lagu eastwood - we ballin'
[intro]
cali-forn-ia! (bounce)
it’s about that time, it’s the new row, and i’m at ya
let the hogs out, these n-gggaz is wilding..
[verse 1 – eastwood]
i gets down with it, smoke a whole pound with it
microphone terrorist it’s all on the bounce with it
fo’ pound spit it, yeah its heat to your dome
like what you said n-gga, if it’s on then it’s on
i’ma smash on sight them n-ggas who want beef
with my row chain hangin’ and sw-ngin’ all wide, g
n-ggas know me, the e-a-s-t
i rep the west g, cos we the best see
now let me see you walk to it, skip to the left
skip to the right keep, walking all night
sixty fo’s hop, bounce roll twist g’s
and all my n-ggas keep smoking, roll them trees up
[chorus 2x – eastwood]
to all my n-ggas see-sawing, we ballin’
tweny inch chrome on the wheels street-crawlin’
heavy in the club smoking dub we ballin’
throwin up tha west on tha row shot callin’
[verse 2 – eastwood & ci]
n-gga get yo back up off the wall and keep it gangsta
cos creepin’ and walkin’ across my flo’ will get yo back rubbed
[ci] and you don’t want that, i get caught with one gat
that’s my playa-hater locater like where the punks at?
[e] n-ggas got em’ all like, steppin’ through the club in them gator shoes
whinies, f-ck you, f-ck you!
[ci] we get rid of y’all
crooked i’s with it all, did it all, spit it all, paper we can get it all
[chorus #2 2x – eastwood]
c’mon hop, roll skate twist bounce
get out of them phillies and blaze an ounce
i bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back
i’m g’d to a tee cos i like it like that
[verse 3 – crooked i]
n0body got game colder than me
i call a dumb n-gga the lil holme’s even though they older than me
cos mentally i’m twice my age, my mind contains
priceless game, wisdom for weeks, advice for days
the nights the braids the lights the stage the nine the gauge
the knife the blade the live grenades the heists the raids
this gangsta life we made, the price we pay
give us paper, we might behave, you know?
you try to invade, inside of a grave you go!
in spite of the ways, this rider remains to grow
+uh oh+ n-gga one rifle blastin
that’ll make you spinnin around like a young michael jackson
the lbc and me, gangsta walk when we up in the party
you gangstaz talk sh-t and your body catches three
the c-r double o k-e-d, motherf-cker
[chorus]
[outro]
westcoast… we ballin’, shot-callin’
crooked i and that young n-gga eastwood
representing the new westcoast, you know?
weenies, dig that! all in yo mouth with it
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