my time on the Black Ball line To me way-ay-ay O Ri-o On the Black Ball line I served my time Hurrah for the Black Ball line! The Black Ball
Traduction: Lloyd. Le Black Ball Line.
2: B.o.B] Yeah, well these niggas salty High blood pressure If you got that sodium, nigga I got that pepper Don't step up, please fall back Y'all can't ball
to us, you getting hugged nigga On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line
give em a left, me give em a right Me start to boxing up their ass [Z-Ro] Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now Me run up they
on my grind hoe Niggas talkin this and that and wonder what i sound hoe Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sold Botton line you gotta problem
wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black
, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. [Verse 2: The Game] Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black
... [Both:] We gon ride! [Layzie Bone:] We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls We let
your way You better lay low So you might just duck when I buck guage Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day Since we having a ball all day Motherfuckers
Yo bus a bus, (uhh) rockin to the beat (yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, busta rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
money My niggaz ball now and youngins try to ball later While they hustle, muzzle em, selling a final call paper For the perm, when you see the black
for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse
mistaken You can find long lines of all kinds of bitches waiting when we touch down [Chorus] [2nd verse: Eminem] Welcome to the Midwest, yes Where them Detroit playas ball
shit I ever wrote But more real than theirs, so what that say about the words THEY spoke? I tell ya light and raw, you never find a black man with blue balls
to feed to my ex-pectations to keep them high Cause my own try to hold me back, with that black on black rhyme Get off me blackie! Your whole style tacky
us demonstrate the right way ya need to place Yo, it's De La up in ya face Better yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the green With Philly Black Just
