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We're just trying to ball Shorty look, we're just trying to ball You see the painting on the wall yeah uh Yeah, uh, yeah You see the painting on the wall That's a masterpiece I ain't got no limit like master P It's far slavery them labels try to master me No slavery they put me on my own CD And the mix down is only where they master me So fuck yo interviews and questions that you're asking me Niggers talking like my name is all tainted Still dirty cash but my repertoire stainless I'm not the one to play with You know me the one that's on yo mama playlist I glass full of Meccas flipping through the pages Seeing in the magazine you could cash an article Uh and you don't want no part in you And nnot to take a part of you I ain't trying to argue you Who the fuck you're talking to Nah, who you're talking to? Pardon me, pardon who? Pardon me pardon you Uh, excuse me nigger but Who's that bad bitch that right a wizard SongtexteAnd she's ahead of you Pardon me I might ask I had no respect I know it's by the glass you got someone in the glip Meet the parents parent the shit was staring And she a cougar bitch so slide out in Donna Karan's Later been to crib she ridin on my errands And we're just trying to ball And every time her ass ask tell her we're just trying to ball And of the bitches of the wall I could do slamming Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball A wise man told me you can't rush history Give it time, the ones who started what you want Meet you at the finish line paranoid like Marvin do to many blinds, give me mines This well deserve to where I'm from have you heard Dude's quick to throw haters and squeezes first to ask Born in the era of the motor roller One call to save ya basic I got a new Grammy till I took a trip to From the day so fuck the writing on the wall My arrows is a masterpiece I knock that off the wall Told these hoes I was trying to ball I just hit the boutique while you just hit the mom That's just deep between you and me hoes and you gone I sip champagne and rose you hit the nouveau You knew to this mad and this is all that I know Uh, so flip through the magazine See a picture of me They say a picture is worth a thousand words And a drug dealer's dream is a thousand burns Yeah, uh It's funny how things happen I talk to you I ain't even rapping uh Before my niggers get to clapping bought the clip to strip See the ass get the clapping We're just trying to ball And we just trying to ball A dollar every time uh we're just trying to ball And every time we go hanging pictures of the wall I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball That all. Aus Songtexte Mania