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Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Platinum Hits: Official Cash Money Instrumental Album

2001

a D.J. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown

Da Da Da

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,

It won't happen the 1st time pussy now try me 

You got a nice car, then nigga ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull

They say you can tell a man by his shoes 
Well don't that just make you a loser 
When you've been walking the streets for days 
And your soul's begun

This right here, is Based on a True Story
A Real life experience - Incase your curious 
Of my point of view
Visualize being in my shoes, now tell me

Black Power (8×)

Black Power (14×)



Hard percussion, the discussion moves to politics I'm pu-shin',
And I'm plush, in this brown skin, she

lowkey v12 vroom breaking tricks in rooms trying to head overseas port coming soon smoked a zip by 11 re up by noon got the love for the Bay man shout out

and pants from
The Nordstrom Rack i got my shoes from Ross
And I stole a Maybach

My life is hard went off track but
Went right back on
Work for SpaceX, put

living in Santa Cruz
My spiritual life growing roots straight through my shoes
With dirt on her boots one day she appeared, long brown hair
In a bun, by

Sitting on a beach at the end of '07
Saw him walking down the shoreline my idea of heaven
Turned to my friend, said 'see that man? I'm gone get him'

keeping it smooth
Chase you down like that brown liquor
And making you snooze

Can't leave you on a sour note
That's like the blue belt blues
They melting

the top so I can feel the summer breeze
Man we just living how we should
Taking trips to different cities, got my shawty rolling woods yeah
My life's

Soufeast Tay the motherfuckin man in my city
I only fuck with ratchet ass hoes wit big titties
It's time to put my motherfuckin city on the map
Where

car, then ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull Bobby...brown 

Trying to this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still

I’m
Afraid the maid is getting
Plan he does propose
Send a sane man out the gates
Aren't many worth a penny would
Deny the hand of fate
Every man must

Hillwood Hustlaz II

South Park Mexican

Time Is Money

2000

make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by

have been exposed to
Wittebome homeschooled
Way before Pro tools
Back then I was broke too, me and my cousin sold shoes
It’s all for the takkies, in

Shake

Dré

The Glamorest Life

2005

sunshine cause you can touch the sky with baby 
purses and shoes by Louie, Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty what you want baby for me

money they at the games on the bleachers
Now its time for me to go n get a foreign 2 seater
R.I.P fredo still sip lean by the liter
Who is these niggas

leave it home
'Cause I'ma kill that mothafucka if bring it along
By myself no backup just me alone
All bars no hook, I don't need a song
No topic so I'm

down the road
Now old man Nelson he owned a farm
From the hog lot to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He made his living by carrying the mail
Now every

Shit got me so high bout to fly out the coop
Rolling different strands on my way to grab shoes
Jordan retros in this bitch grab the blue
Cop a outta

to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He made his living by carrying the mail

Now every time I get the blues
I walk the soles right off my shoes
I don't know

the middle of bullshit Matador defense 
My mind be working enzymes I try to break it down
The complexity be messing with me 
I know a few who went bobby brown