Prevod: 8ball. Intro (Lost).
: [Talking In The Background] Uh The streets of my city be gritty Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pity Many die on streets of concrete
everybody wanna taste Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized G and me in the 5 gettin' high Ball has
done did more shit than a marine Fall up in the school house, high off them greens Hoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the Figero They call him big Ball
it If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it And then we can get down, any way you want it My nigg 'Twan told me Ball, put the house on that
shades? Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch Go suck some balls Ain't no stoppin' us Niggaz
My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed We used to laugh but now this shit ain't funny at all Thinking about when my dog first started to ball Telling
: Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age
: (feat. E-40, Rappin 4-Tay, Spice-1) Weeble-lations!! [E-40] Weeble-lations testin, testin. Testin, testin, hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I
: How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat] [Chorus:] The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay (Around the
didn't seem so fine Years of just fuckin' around, rappin' in the neighborhood Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good Carlo got popped with 8
it's gettin leathal an I, you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, make 'em
it tucked under my lever We here to keep the party live Smoke hay till we chinky eyed Wanna brawl? We can meet outside Red and Ball be down to ride [
you [Bun] Now, I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else, But Ball and Bun [Bun] I see no evil, Say
' rich start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch make that switch real niggas flip shit and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch Eight-Ball translation
: (feat. MJG) [EightBall] Yeah All my playa niggaz throw your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to
: (feat. Busta Ryhmes) bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south
: Gloomy days got my head twisted Mystic visions of a razor blade Cut my blunt with precision Stuff it till it's bustin' Sippin' on some Tussin Imagine
