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  • Текст песни E-40 & Cash Money Millionaires - 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 cuz 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 cuzen
    Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen
    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
    Cuz tha beef is rock
    Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots
    Believe that playboy

    (Hook)

    [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