my time on the Black Ball line To me way-ay-ay O Ri-o On the Black Ball line I served my time Hurrah for the Black Ball line! The Black Ball
Übersetzung: Lloyd. The Black Ball Line.
block Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat I'ma play it how it go, hold a black
and fancy car's all Big Tymers just buyin' Lyin' to these broads because we got it like that Black on black army truck we ridin' like that None of us want beef black
Ferret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin We on 17's stun'n, the second lines comin The hot girls ow, the Hot Boy$ loud We in top of the line cars uptown boys
ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. [Verse 2: The Game] Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black
Both:] We gon ride! [Layzie Bone:] We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls We let 'em
your way You better lay low So you might just duck when I buck guage Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day Since we having a ball all day Motherfuckers
I weigh 160, So it only takes a few shots To get myself tipsy. Yeah, you're more than I'm drunk Then I move on to wasted, Black out, Find me passed out
up like a child. [Pharrell:] Yessir, yo, yo, uh, ah-uh, ah-uh (This is the remix) Picture the song Picture my life and my intention to ball Picture
on my iPhone so let me drop this ibomb, I palm The game like it's a stall and ball and take flight From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm
big black dog A big black dog She may be a little rough around the edges A big black dog When you throw a ball, she'll always go and fetch it Big black
Whitney They may not have a Jamba Juice but here they'll never get me... While working my tan looked down the cliff to see A line of Black and Whites
them drugs is not mine) I hear all these muthafuckas out here on the grind The cops picked me for the hurt, and chose me out of the line, I said (Them
in line punk! You should be studyin your odds instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick
thought that shit played out in eighty six Lookin for my dogs looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs One time's on my motherfuckin line why
line like Bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging
: [Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube] [story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man
