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d12 - the longest yard soundtrack (explicit) lyrics

ballz, ballz, ballz
ballz, ballz, ballz
you’ll never touch my

catch me if you can but you ain’t man enough
you’re standing tough
but you know that no matter what
you’ll never get the chance to touch
my ballz, ballz, ballz
ballz, ballz, ballz
you’ll never touch my ballz

i see you ain’t a player, you ain’t balling
and i don’t even care who the h-ll you call in
in this game, it ain’t no talking
you can get it started, i nail the coffin
and all i here is “get your man up off him!”
so why i gotta stop it, this n-gg- was talking
and i ain’t gotta prove you nothing
i do it and you ain’t gotta push my b-ttons

this dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
he’s quick and i can’t get marshall hit (marshall!)
so i played my position and don’t make a move
been doing this for years, my team we can’t lose (d12!)
and ain’t n-body, ain’t n-body hard
9 o’clock, i’m gonna punch me a guard
hut one, hut two, i’m ready
hike, give the ball to nelly
and n-body out there feels me
take this ball, you have to kill me
and any player in my way, i’m folding
d-mn it, caught holding

football, football, i love football
yes, tres, dos, uno
dos, tres, f-ck, sh-t, b-tch, -sshole, son of a b-tch
everybody cuddle, blah i mean huddle
i just stepped in a mud puddle, b-tthole
freak, who just tapped on my -ss cheek?
nevermind, let’s try quarterback sneak
cover me, smother me with love that’s brotherly
that didn’t work, try another play
hut one, hut two, hut hut, hurry up
i’m reaching up another grown man’s b-tt
hike the ball, i mean i like bizarre
but jesus, he hikes, i think i can feel his b-lls
my d-ck is long as it is hard, yeah, so are my b-lls
it’s the longest yard, whoops that’s not the run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard
that whole statement i just made, what yard line we on?
our own 5 and our timeouts are gone
less than a minute left, i just throw my ball
to the sideline to von, he steps out of bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
call another huddle, we’re down by six
the plan is, to throw the ball to swift
but he’s so god dang high that he trips
falls and slips, proof grabs him by his fingertips
and runs the ball all the way down to the one
but he don’t get in, but all we need is a put, put. mumbles
but all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
but then i get sacked all the way back to the ten
god dammit i’mma slap somebody if i get tapped on the -ss again
everybody’s laughing now, no timeouts and its now fourth down
we’re never gonna make it, wait, i just got an idea
quick, everybody get naked, denaun go long
i’mma throw the bomb, c’mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on
-ss out with a flopping schl-ng, touchdown! yeah, i told you
it’s the longest yard

the new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
i’mma run through all of yall, yall just soft
even though my cleats is kicking up mud
it’s more traction for me, i’m stiff arming punks
high stepping through the end zone
i been grown, i’m so dirty you don’t even know my skin tone
it’s time to rumble, no time to fumble
and i won’t stumble, your frontline will tumble
playing ball with killers, my team’s the realest
three time offenders, even drug dealers
one of the best running backs there never was
moving like barry sanders, leaving you in the dust

yak is high, i got the highest yak
hit the ground so hard i leave tire tracks
bizarre snap like a fire crack
and my palm more stickier than spider back
eying my eye, a mack truck trying to sack us
no matter how big they flying backwards
wide receiver receiving wide
for every stride in my life, yo, i breathe and die

defense is playing a p-ss
then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43)
that means that its time for me
to run out the back like a bat straight outta h-ll
my tracks burn turf when they excel
i try to lateral p-ss the ball to proof
he got dropped and the ball came loose
and shot up like a flare, i gave the ball a stare
and use my lineman’s shoulder as a chair
now i’m flying through the air like a superhero
they can use this pose for a box of cereal
i’m no joke punk, i get my dinerio
for being the best player on my team, what?
as soon as i hear the hut 1, 2, hut
i do one run, run, the screen go run run
then i cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!)
then i do the ninety shuffle so

footb-lls
i’m talking about footb-lls, dude

- d12 lyrics

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