Rapper's Ball



publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Anthony Banks, Richard Cedric Hailey, Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl T Stevens
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Where them naked hoes at?
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
*****z ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that ****.
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Everyday you're at the mall
Say that you got it all
Claimin that your mail is tall

I was havin be -are-e-a-d way before this rap game ***** been town
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy

I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
Don't want the whole plate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
Why ************s can't be broke sometimes?
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car

I guess the *****, made me rich
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
This industry'll is like ****in, fat *****es
Anyway 'cause I gotta stay paid 40
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-*** boats, *****z wrap they paper
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Fat *** royalty checks, fat *** cribs
The more scrilla, the merrier

To Freddie be house to make tapes with my potnah
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
I said *****, and everybody read my lips
And even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
We don't be savin hoes, *****es be savin us
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin

Again and again, they say when will it end?
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
You tryin ta make a hit, but your **** sounds phony
You can't be me, so would you please see
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick

Damn is that right?


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