Тексты песен «Eightball»

[Featuring E 40 Rappin 4 Tay Spice 1] Weeble lations!! (*E 40*) Weeble lations testin testin. Testin testin hey turn my mic up this a bitch I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka that boy Eightball 4 Tay...

Chorus A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died with his riches in the streets Because game is all that he knows...

Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age phantasies Tryin to make my wallet green as a canapee We beat them...

[Featuring Bun B Of UGK] [EightBall] Check 1 2 Check 1 2 baby yeah uh 1 2 1 2 microphone check 2 somebody better tells these mothafuckers how we wreck fools Disrespect fools Check and snap necks too...

Bounce with me baby bounce with me Roll the windows up baby blow an ounce with me We tight of the green and Hen Get in the wind Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends Lets do it till the police kick...

[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball From nineteen-eighty, through...

[Featuring Redman] [Redman Talking] You are now witnessing the effects of the BUDDHA! Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo [Redman] Redman kick through your door Liquidated then I come through your...

hello you have reached the bell south voice mail service To listen to your messages press star now new messages Ball i done two wayed you two or three times Now you need to call me back now You know it's your sons...

F/ MJG * send corrections to the typist (Phone:) Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service To listen to your messages press star now..... new messages. (Baby Momma:) Ball I done two wayed you two...

Yeah, it's time to get crunked up in this bitch You know what I'm talkin' about Yeah, Eightball and MJG, for my real niggaz Layin' it down for all my real niggaz Yeah, uh Let's get it crunk up in this bitch Where...

We run this shit and we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be...

We run this shit and we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be...

Life a funny thing we all wanna shine like diamond rings Live like kings and achieve childhood dreams Lord be my witness when I say we all need you Cause where I'm livin' ain't nothing but hustlin' gon' feed you...

[EightBall] Time waits for no one But you never could of told me that Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat But not enough time for me to react Cheddar in my possesion Livin' in an expedition Cheefin' to stop my stressin'...

[EightBall] Time waits for no one But you never could of told me that Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat But not enough time for me to react Cheddar in my possesion Livin' in an expedition Cheefin' to stop my stressin'...

featuring Busta Ryhmes bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to you honey coated money fool that's all I wanna do spit dope...

Bring it in can you feel it can you feel it Its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to you Honey coated money fool that's all I wanna do Spit dope that a nigga sat at the...

Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my Own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my Rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock E'rybody want a piece,...

Yeah Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap In ya face, breath stink, you can't think He wanna take you home 'cause you bought you a drink It's a trip, but don't trip...

F/ Carl Thomas [Verse 1] Yeah Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap In ya face,breath stink, you can't think He wanna take you home cause you bought you a drink It's a...