Chingy "Balla Baby" |
You know the definition of a balla (Uh huh) that's me C-H-I-N-G to the Y Let me explain it to you though [chorus] I'm a balla, balla (say what) High rolla baby (baby, baby) Shot calla (that's right) Ain't nobody this crazy (drive 'em crazy, dirty) You a hata (you a hata) Why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeah, fake playa) Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Oh, oh, oh) Girl, I know you do the nasty (nasty) I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me) And your Prada lookin' flashy Errthing's on your mind, just ask me I know my errelated stuff waskly (wabbit) Carrots all in the dezzy It's a habbit (uh) Ho wurrs my cash Outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin' on chrome) Is she down for gettin' dirty with a ghetto boy All I need is one night, just hit it, boy After the club we can checkin at five-star telly Get a suite and let me put somethin' in your belly What's your name, Sheena (Ah) thought you was Shelly Don't matta, four o'clock, just be ready For a episode you probably won't come Back from your mama Must be think that's where ya get your back from [chorus] I'm a balla, balla (say what) High rolla baby (baby, baby) Shot calla (that's right) Ain't nobody this crazy (drive 'em crazy, dirty) You a hata (you a hata) Why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeah, fake playa) Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Oh, oh, oh) Now, I know we keep it crackin', ask em and rich (whats up) The girls on us so dirty, who you rollin' wit (G-I-B) From Magic City, to the Pink Slip in The Lou ('Lou) Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from robbed jewels We been in the spot, man hang up flirtin' We be surrounded by girls man and I ain't burping All I know is money cash, ho's, and J And I got all three no I dun play Chicks call me drama king like k-slay (k-slay) Cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day Lettin' rounds off in em like an AK You leavin' wit me, tell me is it free or do I have to pay (what you say) [chorus] I'm a balla, balla (say what) High rolla baby (baby, baby) Shot calla (that's right) Ain't nobody this crazy (drive 'em crazy, dirty) You a hata (you a hata) Why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeah, fake playa) Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Oh, oh, oh) I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian (okay) Don't matter what color on this occasion (fo sho) Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin' I said, to God, it's me girls praisin' Meet me at about six at the Days Inn Five of 'em, one of me, I'm feelin' caged in I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin' You know, I love em for that one night (one night) I could take on ten with my one pipe (one pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin' pin on site (on site) Make em soak, change, girl look Herre you better get your mind right (cuz...) [chorus] I'm a balla, balla (say what) High rolla baby (baby, baby) Shot calla (that's right) Ain't nobody this crazy (drive 'em crazy, dirty) You a hata (you a hata) Why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeah, fake playa) Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Oh, oh, oh) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |