Rapper's Ball - E-40

Letra de Rapper's Ball, canción donde E-40 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Tha Hall of Game. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de E-40 no te pierdas este single llamado Rapper's Ball, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Rapper's Ball - E-40

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Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezey! Too
Scheezy! We off the heezy fo'scheezy
baby! Off the heezy I thought you
theezy!! Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy
like us main! They ain't havin no
raveez! Shit. Haha you know us. Where
K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that
shit. Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch! Chorus: K-Ci Say that you got it
all Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is
it true or false Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball Claimin
that your mail is tall Tell me is it
true or false Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
I put my mack hand down ain't never been
asound I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before
this rap game nigga been town Thought
you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from
Vallel At every light it's automatic,
BURN RUBBER See my folkers in the
traffic, WHASSUP ERB Follow that cab it
got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got
hoes in it I'm always hearin rappers big
ballin on they songs I do that shit for
real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money I'm
Too $hort baby been down since the
eighties For the last eight years rode
around in a Mercedes Lexus, trucks,
drop-Vette, Caddy Bitches don't call me
by my name they call me daddy Chorus
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort K-Ci $hort
E-40 Fonzarelli I'll probably never have
long money like Ross Perilli But shit we
just want a hip Don't want the whole
plate Don't put the two on the ten,
don't ever perpetrate Like a lot of
these fools I see on TV With the Armani
Chanel Versus Versacci Why motherfuckers
can't be broke sometimes? Sometimes it's
cool to floss But don't buy an
eighty-five thousand dollar car Before
you buy a house They always said I
couldn't rap, I just say bitch I guess
the bitch, made me rich And now you
wanna call me hardcore While I be
steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and
faxes This industry'll is like fuckin,
fat bitches All work and no play, I do
it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid
40 Chorus Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats,
niggaz wrap they paper Ultrafied
all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights,
shamrock and severin Long expensive
fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens Fat
ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs Smokin
blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony,
barbecuin ribs The more scrilla, the
merrier I represent the Ya area I walk
from Foothill and Paperscourt to
Sixty-Seven MacArthur To Freddie B house
to make tapes with my potnah Hit Arroyo
Park, we had tapes for sale Got a paper
bag full of that, can't you tell it's
funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the
O and even though a lot of rappers got
the same kind of flow I survived cuz I
got mo', game than them It came straight
from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every
time So don't question me, I transfer
the game in the rhymes I'm not a
freestyler, don't rap for free main It's
Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big
ass motor Mercedeses We don't be savin
hoes, bitches be savin us Bitch
disrespect me in my car, bitch best to
catch the bus I keep a briefcase full of
game, while y'all be ear-hustlin Ain't
no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't
strugglin Chorus Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky Again
and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want
meal tickets Gotta start somewhere, and
I'm past that For the right scratch, I
be the last mack So stick yaself Pretty
Tony You tryin ta make a hit, but your
shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like
ET You can't be me, so would you please
see If you can keep my name out your
mouth Cause you don't really know what
the game's all about It's bout feedin
the family, not freak

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