cwa (crackers with attitude) - ballers lyrics
verse 1 (biggie stones)
shoot it up like i live in the projects
i peg it hard like a 4 year old throwing objects
you can’t step to me, my caliber of rhymes
put it up in your grill, call that facetime
i’m the cream to the crop, your cream of the corn
your mom regretted the day, that day you were born
your a waste of a human lifeform, i see it in your eyes
i ain’t bill o’reilly, but i’m gonna do work live
verse 2 (chedda cheeze)
this boull at the corner tryna get a ride from the store
gave him a couple quarters to take the bus, can’t be that poor
he ain’t getting in my whip, 04′ rav 4 with the black exterior and the hemi
block that shot like dan comas when you throw that trash up like temi
swear your hard in the paint when you really just throw up hooks
go back to reading twilight along with your other g-y books
fouling out before you can even enter the game man
swear you get girls when on friday nights ya only girl is your left hand
verse 3 (biggie stones)
kids at the club, i’m banging out these beats
i’m a cl-ss clown girls, i got those big clown feets
i champagne like harry potter, expecta patrona
like my girls like dimes, princess fiona
spooning is my natural habitat
i get my girls like sir mix-a lot, booties with lots of fat
im mentally disabled in this rap trigonometry
now i get my swag into the vh1 rap honors, finally
chorus (bob)
ballers get dat cheeda, losers get dat fetta
we make 100 percent, you shut up and mess up
we diamond cracking like 7 dwarfs
you want us to make raps, we make more
we run this (4x) hard. (4x)
outro (chedda cheeze talking)
all we wanted was just that opportunity
we make that guap you heard us mmg?
we got that lettuce, that guap, that chedda
that green, that paper, that whole enchilada dogg
you want to find us then drive right up to the burbs
dont just walk in, ring the doorbell first dawg forreal
we take this seriously we tryna make bread, that money
tryna get on power 99, hot 107 whatever mane
why not live with the drive to aspire mane
wale got that from me son, representing the house
the house be poppin yall know where the spot at
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