Balls of Steel

Snoop Dogg Soldiers Gangstaz, gangstaz Whassup my nigga? Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch, mane It's in her neighborhood Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me It's all good I trust her, dog Aw, nigga, shut up, nigga I hear you, don't trip Well, the party didn't start till I walked in And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' But in between time or in the meantime I slid my bitch in the back do', an' she crept in with the nine We came here together so we can have fun Me and you, baby, goin' one on one It's yo' hood so I figure it's good But if them niggaz start trippin' I ain't trippin' shit I ain't Hollywood We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars Aww yeah, how y'all want to play this? Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up Whatever fuckin' reason would they want to wet me up? And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat And a party wit' a gang of off-brands and a freak (where you from) I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em And these niggaz don't look like they want to tussle (fuck 'em) I'm a creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely Nigga didn't bring damn homie I wish I woulda, but I didn't I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat (bullshit, ya bullshittin') That's what's wrong wit' niggaz Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick, and puttin' faith in a bitch Dogg is chillin', makin a killin' What more can I say? "Top Billin'" That's what I get I got it good Crackin' bitches in ya hood, bitch Would you stop schemin', and lookin' hard? I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you want to get hurt Nigga mad 'cause I touched under his bitch skirt I get the money The money I got Hos call me Doggy when they feel real hot That's how it is, ask yo' kids I stole ya hoe while you was in prison Jail, for spousal assault You was jealous it's all your fault Dogg is chillin, makin a killin What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Shootin' dice; came up short, now I'm doin' bad Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy So bad that I'm livin' with my mama now And my bitch done dipped 'cause I done run outta chips I lost my balla dough and my balla ho Man, to some sucka ass nigga Man, I'm fallin' slow Can't ain't even call a ho I'm feelin' smalla loc Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up, nigga) Shit's real We peel for the meal Take it, 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it And bring them same skanless bitches (why?) I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools Doggy Dogg cold out shot us Them hos broke the rule They gonna get got Feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter Even bitches feel the heater, motherfucker