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Doris D. & The Pins - Текст песни The Way We Ball
Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
 This ain't the regular version
 You know what (This is the remix y'all)
 Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
 Alabama, Streetport, Louisville, Baton Rouge
 Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)
 (Chorus - 2x)
 And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
 I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
 (This is the way we ball)
 And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
 We Third Coast born but we all Texas paid
 (This is the way we ball)
 [Lil' Flip]
 Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
 But this time around, H.S.E. got my back
 Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
 My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
 Cause I can do that, you know we been balling
 We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
 My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
 I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
 I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
 With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
 When she touch my car, and if she
 Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
 But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money
 I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
 Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
 And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane
(Chorus - 2x)
 [Lil' Ron]Doris D. & The Pins - The Way We Ball - http://ru.motolyrics.com/doris-d-and-the-pins/the-way-we-ball-lyrics.html
 Our life is great now, everyday we ball out
 This purple stuff all day, until we all out
 We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
 And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
 I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
 Better remember, chain froze up like it's December
 Get your mind right, we playas of the decade
 We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades
 [Young Redd]
 This year, I'm riding blades wherever I go
 We repre-sent for the South, where the music's slow
 And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays
 This is, grinding and getting paid
 And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top
 Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart
 This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all
 This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all
(Chorus - 2x)
 [Lil' Flip]
 I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp
 And on the back of my throwback, it say Larry Bizzerd
 Cause all we do is shop, all we do is drink
 I'm the only one who went, to the prom in a mink
 So how you love that, or do you really hate it
 Or do you love the rims, on my drop top Mercedes
 I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back
 I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat
 I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk
 We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump
 And if you ever come to my town, just holla
 Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free, all about they dollas
(Chorus - 2x)












