NastyBoy Klick (NBK)

NastyBoy Klick (NBK) - To My Ballerz Collabo songtekst

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[Rappin' 4 Tay]
 Yo  what's up ('Sup)
 4 Tay  NBK (NBK)
 Colabo (Colabo)
 Check it out
 We mobbin' like this y'all

 [Chorus]
 [NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
 [4 Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
 [NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
 [4 Tay] 4 Tay and NBK showin' love sho' 'nuff
 [NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
 [4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
 [NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
 [4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK all night, all day

 [Rappin' 4-Tay]
 How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine?
 Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine
 Not that they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor
 You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior
 We gettin' these dirty damn presidents (presidents)
 For the safety deposit box in my residence
 Cuz real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular
 A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the regular
 Drop-top double R's, stackin' like Escobar
 Gotta get that paper, us Cali players do it all
 Genie, garage door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced
 They can't find my mansion
 Three hundred CE's, five hundreds and half-dozens
 Just got that plug for my dogs, me and my cousins
 Just like them Mafiosos, so let's just make a toast-a
 Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and I'm the force

 [Chorus]

 [NBK]
 Now I'm, out the door with my entourage
 I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage
 Now we blazin' through your city
 All day at the ball, with the show and all these bitches
 Got my balls on, tip the valet and get the key
 Now we got one more hour until we gots to be onstage
 And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the spot
 Bouncin' through the avenues, roll up a fatty
 You have to see to cruise, and now we out front
 Rosa, roach from the blunt, and tell we smokey
 We left the VIP person at the gate choking
 Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale?
 Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows
 Ziggy, how you smashing?
 In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln
 You know I put the shine on my Dayton
 And the put the bounce in my speakers
 Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon

 [Chorus]

 [NBK]
 For the dollaz, yo, sho' 'nuff video, get the switch off OG's ride
 Four-oh-oh ODS, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes
 Better tip you slow, had a vision the dough when the fo' fo' come round
 Our eyes are swoll', hold up, better get that
 Flip back, get your back up my mobile
 Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get paid
 No doubt for the clan I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway
 Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway
 Walked into your house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade

 [Chorus
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