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'
bitch 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 bitch 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 shit 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
bitch that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin reason would they
wanna wet me up
and get me up out the bitch 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 (fuck 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 fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya
bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz 
Steady thinkin wit ya dick,
and puttin faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can
I say?  "Top Billin'"
Thats what I get, I got it good
Crackin bitches in
ya hood bitch
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 bitch 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
bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my
balla hoe
man to some sucka ass 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 bitches
(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 bitches
feel the heater motherfucker

[speaking outro]