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(feat. Rappin' 4-Tay) [Rappin' 4-Tay] Yo, what's up ('Sup) 4-Tay, NBK (NBK) Colabo (Colabo) Check it out We mobbin' like this y'all [Chorus] [NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus [4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches [NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up [4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK showin' love sho' 'nuff [NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus [4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches [NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up [4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK all night, all day [Rappin' 4-Tay] How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine? Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine Not that they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior We gettin' these dirty damn presidents (presidents) For the safety deposit box in my residence SongtexteCuz real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the regular Drop-top double R's, stackin' like Escobar Gotta get that paper, us Cali players do it all Genie, garage door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced They can't find my mansion Three hundred CE's, five hundreds and half-dozens Just got that plug for my dogs, me and my cousins Just like them Mafiosos, so let's just make a toast-a Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and I'm the force [Chorus] [NBK] Now I'm, out the door with my entourage I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage Now we blazin' through your city All day at the ball, with the show and all these bitches Got my balls on, tip the valet and get the key Now we got one more hour until we gots to be onstage And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the spot Bouncin' through the avenues, roll up a fatty You have to see to cruise, and now we out front Rosa, roach from the blunt, and tell we smokey We left the VIP person at the gate choking Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale? Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows Ziggy, how you smashing? In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln You know I put the shine on my Dayton And the put the bounce in my speakers Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon [Chorus] [NBK] For the dollaz, yo, sho' 'nuff video, get the switch off OG's ride Four-oh-oh ODS, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes Better tip you slow, had a vision the dough when the fo' fo' come round Our eyes are swoll', hold up, better get that Flip back, get your back up my mobile Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get paid No doubt for the clan I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway Walked into your house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania