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E-40 - Текст песни Baller Blockin'
[Turk] 
Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on 
From sun up to sun down get our grind on 
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank 
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank 
You now how it is want everything for myself 
Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else 
Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all 
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars 
Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga 
Can't trust no man 'cause a nigga don't care nigga 
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work 
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth 
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real 'causeen 
Better know tha game 'cause if you don't you get killed 'causeen 
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours 
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve 
[Turk](Hook) 
Why you blockin us 
Baller Blockin us 
You niggas can keep tryin 
Ain't no stoppin us 
[Baby] 
Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots 
Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock 
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop 
Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop 
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot 
Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock 
Word got around Curly tryna close my shop 
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock 
Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped 
Tha cameras out and them lights is on 
Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on 
So we duck and hide, supply and ride 
Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite 
So we cocked tha glocks 
'cause tha beef is rock 
Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots 
Believe that playboy 
(Hook) 
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[E-40] 
Niggas be gold killin 
(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla 
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million 
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in 
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay 
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K 
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) 
How bout Atlanta you know 
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) 
See I just look like this 
Project English left and plain 
We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre" 
I spit tha (?) from tha job 
My nigga Baby and them law 
Tha block controller just seen it all 
From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) 
Pineapple y'all 
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all 
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell 
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig 
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe 
Hook
[Juvenile] 
I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it 
Besides I'm responsible fo supplin tha public 
My daddy got shot so I'm holdin it down 
Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown 
Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change 
Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think I'm playin games 
See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine 
Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again 
I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya 
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya 
Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh 
And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now 
And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines 
I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time 
Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up 
But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up 
Hook










