歌词
作词 : BAILEY, HOWARD/MC MASTERS, KEITH
作曲 : Bailey, McMasters
you know the definition... of a balla
that's me... c-h-i-n-g to the y
lemme explain it to you though
chorus:]
i'mma balla （balla） （say what）
high rolla baby （baby baby）
shot-caller balla （that's right）
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata （you a hata）
why you tryna play me （i don't think he know）
fake playa （fake playa）
scarred i'll take ya lady
ain't nobody gettin it like me （i'mma balla fa real）
verse 1:]
girl i know you do the nasty （nasty）
i can tell when ya （when ya） walk past me （past me）
and ya prada lookin flashy
errthang on ya mind jus ask me
i know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit （uh）
wurrs my cash? outside - i gotta benz & jag
both sittin on chrome mags
is ya down for gettin dirty wit a git it boy?
all i need is one night, just to hit it boy
after the club we can take it to a five star telly
get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly
what's ya name? sheena? aw thought you was shelly
don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready
for a episode you prolly won't come - back from
ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?
chorus:]
i'mma balla （balla） （say what）
high rolla baby （baby baby）
shot-caller balla （that's right）
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata （you a hata）
why you tryna play me （i don't think he know）
fake playa （fake playa）
scared i'll take ya lady
ain't nobody gettin it like me （i'mma balla fa real）
verse 2:]
g.i.b. we keep it crackin ask m & rich （wats up）
the girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? （g.i.b.）
from magic city to the pink slip in the lou
them chicks love the diamonds that i get from rob jewels
we be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
we be surrounded by girls...man and i ain't perpin'
all i know is money, cash, hoes like jay（like jay）
and i got all 3. no i don't play! （don't play）
chicks call me "drama king" like kay slay （kay slay）
cuz in the bed i bring it - yeah! night & day. （day）
lettin' rounds off in em like a a.k.
you leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do i have to pay?
whatchu say?
chorus:]
i'mma balla （balla） （say what）
high rolla baby （baby baby）
shot-caller balla （that's right）
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata （you a hata）
why you tryna play me （i don't think he know）
fake playa （fake playa）
scared i'll take ya lady
ain't nobody gettin it like me （i'mma balla fa real）
verse 3:]
i like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
japanese, chinese, or even asian
it don't matta what color on this occasian
like smoke, take a hit of what i'm blazin
instead of god it's me these girls praisin'.
meet me at about 6 at the days inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, i'm feelin' caged in.
i'mma pimp... i'mma keep on playin'.
you know i luv em for that 1 night （1 night）
i can take on 10 with my 1 pipe （1 pipe）
knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight （on sight）
think i'm shawt changin girl look hurr,
you betta getcha mind right cuz...
chorus:]
i'mma balla （balla） （say what）
high rolla baby （baby baby）
shot-caller balla （that's right）
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata （you a hata）
why you tryna play me （i don't think he know）
fake playa （fake playa）
scared i'll take ya lady
ain't nobody gettin it like me （i'mma balla fa real）