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King T f Baby S - Skweez Ya Ballz

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Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-110-7225 на номер 5537.

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[ Baby S ]
All of y`all sit back, relax, I take you to the olden time
When rap rhymes wasn`t the only thing I had on my mind
Pushin nickel sacks of stress, oh how can I get rich?
Hm - turned on the mic and turn out yo trick, don`t switch
Stayin true is what I`m in this game to do
Cause Hollywood seems to get around like the flu

[ King T ]
Yeah and most of all most of y`all bitch-made
So Baby S and King T emerge from the shizznade
And put it in the air like the chronic you smoke
The Westside baby loc and T goin for broke
So like peep it how we deal it, keep it if you feel it
All the set-trippin, kill it, it only takes a minute
For ah King Tee to set the party at ease
Grab the Silver Satin, roll up some weed
Snatch a hoodrat with a proper-ass weave
And dash to the floor and boogie with the rest of the gees

[ CHORUS: Baby S ]
To all my niggas, get involved
To all my bitches, get involved
And if you`re down with smokin stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
To all my bitches, get involved
To all my niggas, get involved
And if you`re down with smokin cess, chronic weed or stress
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls

[ King T ]
Hey Baby S, I get stressed with these punks on the tube
They wanna be me (me) they wanna be you
(They wanna-be`s) That`s the only thing that`s true
I swing through, hit em with the bomb like Pooh
When I`m dippin in my hood with my powder blue Brougham
Ticklin the switches, Daytons all chrome
Can`t leave it alone, keep em bouncin at the crib
But hold up Baby S, tell em what you did

[ Baby S ]
I touched the blue moon, my body feels numb
Cause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to come
One love for my family, immediate killers
The ones I trust to count my figures while I`m sippin on liquor
Blazin on some sticky green where I`m put up on the scene
Up and down, King stuck up in some young teen
So many dream, we fiend for a woman with cream
Dippin in my gangsta lean like your video screen

[ CHORUS ]

[ Baby S ]
Now listen, what you hear is not a test
It`s that realer from the West named Baby S
And I got the gangsta gangsta hit
Makin lil` busters wanna write and other brothers fight
But they can`t sound like the niggaroe supreme
Droppin bombs every time I done stepped on the scene
Seems my only dream is for platinum plus
And in God we trust, I gotta do it in a rush

[ King T ]
Trust we gon` bust, trust we gon` sell
Cause all through I-A plus the county jail
That nigga King T known for stackin his mail
Sittin in ( ? ) waitin on my bail
California, haters let me warn ya
Them two killers gamin up on ya
King T and Baby S navigatin through the West
All hoods, all sets, some gees on deck

[ CHORUS ]

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