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II Tru - Ballers Flossin lyrics
(Car engine) C'mon, baby C'mon on, c'mon on Yeah, alright, now (Chorus) Ballers flossin' in their rides But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties [Jhaz] Another one of these days, early in the morning I hear you blowin' (Car horn) Here we come, out the door Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts What's up, Arch? Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves Nothin' but the drop six-four's on D's Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun Us, we got three hubcaps and a ? [Brina] Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds Man hittin' switches - watch him floss Hittin' 3's; let's pull off There's the store, gotta get some Zinfindel And ? for the park (Chorus) [Jhaz] They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular You can tell when a nigga got cheese And see this Ford Escort with no brakes It's pushin' on E, baby, and I'm sick of this It's a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things [Brina] We gotsta kick it, now Out the car, where my lighter at? Kickin' back, tape in my pocket Let me put this in your tape deck All these ballers flossin' Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' Just for ten, thanks for the support Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off Let's watch these playas act a fool [Jhaz] Let's get me up on some Hen And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa 'Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty If we gon' smoke this weed We better push some more or these tapes It's gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in Better hurry before it's too late Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' 'Cause it's summer time Three deep in the fo' hoopty All around us, ballers in they rides (Chorus) [Brina] Let's roll to the studio Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast Seen enough ballers flossin' Time for us trues to get some cash One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads (Chorus) [Brina] 'Cause I'm gon' get mine When I get paid off these here rhymes [Jhaz] And you can put that on your family I'm a put on my trues, we want this tape Player, recognize II Tru's comin' to get you fools And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long And the ballers that's flossin' in they rides Gon' be bumpin' to our songs [Brina] Another Windsor 'fore we part for the night Blaze it up, Jhaz Two hits, then you pass In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game We gon' change for them good thangs Let them floss, 'cause it's all good until we get paid (Chorus) |
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