Представляем точный текст композиции "Balla Race" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Andre Nickatina & Equipto . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Balla Race» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Andre Nickatina & Equipto передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Andre Nickatina & Equipto - "Balla Race"
Lyrics to Balla Race : [Hook: x2] You in a balla race, tryin to get all in a ballas face Workin you hips at a balla pace Wanna see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place [Andre Nickatina:] Man, Im a semi-automatic, gotta get the cabbage Its worser than religion man its worser than a habbit Work those heels make sue they dont break How much dough can a sucka whick make Roller Coaster baby let em ride Do what you do but dont brake your stride Four door car son in Las Vegas nights My Gators so new that they still might bite Im gettin money, cause I run red lights And my super witch is super tight Man you coulda been foolin me, tryin to give me fake jewelry Rap cat chargin choose a fee Peel bread or you losin me, like Im stolen, its golden And Im rollin and Im holdin On a knot so fat she say, "Nicky do you love that" In a mirror with the weed sack I heard her but I didnt answer back Man I like that little flute, remind me of Ronnie Newt I think Ima wear my caramel suit with the brown tie and them matching boots Aint that the truth, girl your vision is like chess Ten doors down and nothin less Freak we can ball out, never have a fall out Roll around town no doubt with the Moe God Khan Have that dough see, have that Cabana, have that Prada and Sean John [Hook x2] [Equipto:] Man everything fast Talk about bread but everything cash Divide the dividends, devide we livin in Mo high than a little bit Gotta spit the game and lace em with it Me and Dreez got a race to finish A relay, what replay, DJ dont waste a minute The way she pop it for profits These tricks they open they wallets And plus they callin right after, my beezy stay in they pocket I got it stamped to a sign, to back of my hand And I dont just rap for fans Ima do it like char, Hawaii, ho in a arm Three more in the car [Andre Nickatina:] Baby I cradle this, like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina Im right behind ya, and tryin to find ya and I remind ya . . . Man excuse me my mouth is like an uzi If you choose me, cause I look past all that beauty Cause you destined to have duty And you 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 its magic The way its all wrapped up and packaged, baby its a ballas race [Equipto:] Like a Tour De France All in a rush ignore the past Hop on a bus explore the map For the homies aint here Id pour the Yak out On your mark get set Yeah, he could ball first but he aint no threat And I could bet that on a past line Yeah she in last place for the last time At a line, at a time, at a pocket Block your mind from the gossip Its a new day, roll tough with my hoes A nigga show you how to pop it, that coochie You lost your pace And never had a taste of the Boss Soss all in your face With no time to waste Now let me see you chase the bread before you get replaced [Hook x2] [ Balla Race Lyrics ]
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