Eastsidaz Balls Of Steel Lyrics

Balls Of Steel Lyrics

[Feat. Snoop Dogg]

[Snoop Dogg]
Soldiers..
Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?
Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bit*h mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip

Well the party didn't start til I walked in
and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
but in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bit*h in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun 
Me and you baby goin one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good 
But if them niggaz start trippin
I ain't trippin sh*t I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this  
Naw hold on let me see how should I say this
The bit*h that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever f**kin reason would they wanna wet me up
and get me up out the bit*h wit da heat
and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust em if I rush em 
and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (f**k em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely 
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm f**kin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz 
Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bit*h
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say?  "Top Billin'"
Thats what I get, I got it good
Crackin bit*hes in ya hood bit*h
Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bit*h skirt
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say?  "Top Billin'"
Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin with my momma now
and my bit*h done dipped cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
man to some sucka as* nigga man I'm fallin slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc 
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
and bring them same skanless bit*hes (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter 
Even bit*hes feel the heater motherf**ker

[speaking outro]