Andre Nickatina - Balla Race lyrics

You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place [Andre Nickatina] Man, I'm a semi-automatic Gotta get the cabbage It's worser than religion, man, it's worser than a habit Work those heels, make sure they don't break How much dough can a super witch make? Rollercoaster, baby, let them ride Do what you do but don't break your stride Four door car, seven Las Vegas nights My Gators so new that they still might bite I need money 'cause I run red lights My super witch is super tight Man, you could of been foolin' me Trying to give me fake j**elry Rap cat trying to choose a fee Peel bread or you losin' me Like I'm stolen and it's golden and I'm rollin' and I'm holdin' On a knot so fat she said "Nicky do you love that?" In the mirror with a weed sack I heard her but I didn't answer back Man, I'm like that little flute Remind me of Ronnie Newt I think I'ma wear my carmel suit With a brown tie and them matchin' boots Ain't that the truth Girl your vision is like chess Ten toes down and nothing less Freak we can ball out Never have a fallout Roll around town, no doubt, with the 'Moe God Khan Have that Dolce, have that Gabbana, Have that Prada and Sean John You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place [Equipto] Man everything fast Talk about bread, but everything cash Divide the dividends, divide the livin' in[?] Mo' high than a little bit Gotta split the game and lace 'em wit it Me and Dreez got a race to finish A relay, what, we play DJ, don't waste a minute The way she pop it for profits Tricks they open they wallets And plus they callin' right after My beezy, stay in their pocket I got it down to a science so back of my hand And I just don't rap for fans I'ma do it like Char, Hawaii, hoe on an arm Three mo' in the car [Andre Nickatina] Baby I cradled this like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina I'm right behind ya, trying to find ya, and I remind ya Man, excuse me My mouth gets like an Uzi If you choose me 'Cause I look past all that beauty 'Cause you destined to have beauty And your Shirley Temples are like candy swirls Man, all up in here is candy girls Freak, bring your friends along if they got a car And they up to par Because my mouthpiece fast like a rabbit Paint[?] so swell[?] you think you can grab it Even magicians think it's magic The way it's all wrapped up and packaged Baby its a balla's race [Equipto] Like Tour De France All in a rush, ignore the past Hop on the bus, explore the map For the homies ain't here I'll pour the yak out On your mark get set Yeah, he can ball first but he ain't no threat And I can bet that on the pa** line Yeah, she in last place for the last time Out of line, out of time, out of mind, out of pocket Block your mind from the gossip It's a new day, roll tough wit my hoes And they can show you how to pop it, that coochie You lost your pace And never had a taste of the boss sauce all in your face With no time to waste So let me see you chase the bread Before you get replaced You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place You in a balla race Trying to get all in a balla's face Workin' your hips at a balla pace Want to see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place