Snoop Dogg - Balls Of Steel Lyrics
[snoop dogg]Soldiers..Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?Yeah Im fin to fall off into this party with my lil ***** maneIts in her neighborhoodNah you aint gotta roll with me its all goodI trust her dogAw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, dont tripWell the party didnt start til I walked inAnd I probably wont leave until I finish this hennBut in between time or in the meantimeI slid my ***** in the back do an she crept in with the nineWe came here together so we can have funMe and you baby goin one on oneIts yo hood so I figure its goodBut if them niggaz start trippinI aint trippin shit I aint hollywoodWe handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebarsWith buckshots comin from the homies in the carsAww yeah; how yall wanna play thisNaw hold on let me see how should I say thisThe ***** that I was wit tried to set me upWhatever *****in reason would they wanna wet me upAnd get me up out the ***** wit da heatAnd a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)I gotta dust em if I rush emAnd these niggaz dont look like they wanna tussle (***** em)Ima creep to the who-ride - all by my lonelyNigga didnt bring damn homieI wish I woulda, but I didntIm *****in wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)Thats whats wrong wit niggazSteady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a *****Dogg is chillin, makin a killinWhat more can I say? top billinThats what I get, I got it goodCrackin *****es in ya hood *****Would you stop schemin, and lookin hardI got a great big bodyguardSo step up if you wanna get hurtNigga mad cause I touched under his ***** skirtI get the money, the money I gotHoes call me doggy when they feel real hotThats how it is, ask yo kidsI stole ya hoe while you was in prisonJail, for spousal assaultYou was jealous its all your faultDogg is chillin, makin a killinWhat more can I say? top billinShootin dice came up short now Im doin badLost the coupe and the keys to the caddySo bad that Im livin with my momma nowAnd my ***** done dipped cuz I done run outta chipsI lost my balla doe and my balla hoeMan to some sucka ass nigga man Im fallin slowCant aint even call a hoe; Im feelin smalla locNext thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)Shits real; we peel for the mealTake it, cause once we get it, yall come kick itAnd bring them same skanless *****es (why? )I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchenOn a mission to keep on dishin all foolsDoggy dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the ruleThey gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeterEven *****es feel the heater mother*****er[speaking outro]
