Mr. Baller (исполнитель: Royce Da 5'9'' ft. Clipse & Pharrell & Tre Little)
Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah We're here to make noise! We're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise! [bad word] we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys [Pusha T] Twin Nina Ross sisters Promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, [bad word] back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise" No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by [bad word] with guns and toys Blind love for money, head, and warm steel Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields [Hook x2 - Pharell] I'm Mr. Baller, [bad word] I'm Mr. Baller What's you talkin' bout [bad word] you see a baller [bad word] that [bad word] [bad word] cuz I'm a baller I take on all y'all [bad word] Now that's a baller [Tre-Little] Hollow tip what? Y'all cats don't want none I wanna see God, [bad word] and meet my gun Life's a [bad word] Diamonds to shine [bad word] to [bad word] Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique Otherwse, it's [bad word] Ain't no escapin' the trips They gotta gun, good You'a need it in the land of the trench Pick 'em up, [bad word] 'em up Every man for theyself Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the Lovin' the Out-a-towners hatin' the I die for the If I could I'd [bad word] marry the Stick my [bad word] in the streets And nut a bomb in the [Malice] You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm We gets busy Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin' Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in Any time you look, bet you find us in whips Diamonds and [bad word] break scams from the finest of chicks Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds [Hook x2] [Royce Da 5'9] Well, uh I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me In the flatbed in the back of an F-150 I see three and the six, me and the Clipse Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips Ride wit me, [bad word] die wit me Yo this money's the easiest [bad word] to get in this world beside [bad word] That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle I won the battle The first [bad word] to ever get the cover of "The Source" And the cover of "Guns and Ammo" Burn you alive Soon as you and the fire collide Hit me, it'll just be a [bad word] hired to die Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg I'm a [bad word] star, [bad word] suck my balls (Suck my [bad word] balls!)