Z-Ro, Big T - Baller Please lyrics
[Z-Ro, Big T - Baller Please lyrics]
I wanna be, a baller please
But the bitches and the liquor
Keep on calling me
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different
Cause in hell the blood spill hit's
Got a nigga, fiending for his last breath
Too many of my partnas beneath me
Because a bitch made nigga blasted
Too many features in songs
Tell me why I ain't got no home
Penitentiary grown
Cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
I wanna live my life
But my life ain't worth the living
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz
Even a houpe ain't driven headed for prison
But mama I'm alright with that
Strapped down with a shank in my tank
Hit niggas all night with that
And it ain't no love left
Fuck all of my foes and friends
Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro
Unless that nigga be rolling in ends
I need to wake up
Instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman
That you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain
Looking for shelter from the rain
People like W double O-D
I'm going against the grain
Hey to my niggas in Ridgemont 4
Y'all can kiss my ass
Anybody who ever said they was down with me
Can kiss my ass
I done dumped on motherfuckers
What they gon do for me
Out of town on stage
Nobody from the hood in the
Crowd to root for me
Suppose to be my people
But I think my people is the devil
Fuck my peers, cause I'm on another level
On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
My shit's so fucked up
I wonder if you thought about me lately
And it hurt so deep a nigga can't sleep
Making me late night creep
Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready
Plus it's fucking with me
Would I be missed by these bitch niggas
These fakes and frauds fiending for baby
Cause she know she got my heart
Even though it's torn apart
It's pumping out nothing but love for you
And to my niggas keep your disses
I got slugs for you
I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
The only nigga, that never hesitated
And it ain't more
Hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's fuck you
And in front of it followed up by a K
No more
Hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's fuck you
And in front of it followed up by a K bitch
Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
Paint so wet
That my clothes stick to the do'
Oh, no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook nigga, come see me
On a muddy cup, man hol' up
And if your bitch choose
Then you shit out of luck
I'ma send her ass home, broke and well fucked
And she kinda walk funny
Cause the bitch was well stuck
When I ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down
Like you didn't know T
Everytime I came around
Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
And don't say nothing
When you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash, in these H Town streets
Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
I know I gotta get it, cause
I wanna be a baller please
But the bitches and the liquor
Keep on calling me yeah
But the bitches and the liquor
Keep on calling me
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different
Cause in hell the blood spill hit's
Got a nigga, fiending for his last breath
Too many of my partnas beneath me
Because a bitch made nigga blasted
Too many features in songs
Tell me why I ain't got no home
Penitentiary grown
Cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
I wanna live my life
But my life ain't worth the living
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz
Even a houpe ain't driven headed for prison
But mama I'm alright with that
Strapped down with a shank in my tank
Hit niggas all night with that
And it ain't no love left
Fuck all of my foes and friends
Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro
Unless that nigga be rolling in ends
I need to wake up
Instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman
That you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain
Looking for shelter from the rain
People like W double O-D
I'm going against the grain
Hey to my niggas in Ridgemont 4
Y'all can kiss my ass
Anybody who ever said they was down with me
Can kiss my ass
I done dumped on motherfuckers
What they gon do for me
Out of town on stage
Nobody from the hood in the
Crowd to root for me
Suppose to be my people
But I think my people is the devil
Fuck my peers, cause I'm on another level
On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
My shit's so fucked up
I wonder if you thought about me lately
And it hurt so deep a nigga can't sleep
Making me late night creep
Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready
Plus it's fucking with me
Would I be missed by these bitch niggas
These fakes and frauds fiending for baby
Cause she know she got my heart
Even though it's torn apart
It's pumping out nothing but love for you
And to my niggas keep your disses
I got slugs for you
I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
The only nigga, that never hesitated
And it ain't more
Hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's fuck you
And in front of it followed up by a K
No more
Hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's fuck you
And in front of it followed up by a K bitch
Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
Paint so wet
That my clothes stick to the do'
Oh, no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook nigga, come see me
On a muddy cup, man hol' up
And if your bitch choose
Then you shit out of luck
I'ma send her ass home, broke and well fucked
And she kinda walk funny
Cause the bitch was well stuck
When I ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down
Like you didn't know T
Everytime I came around
Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
And don't say nothing
When you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash, in these H Town streets
Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
I know I gotta get it, cause
I wanna be a baller please
But the bitches and the liquor
Keep on calling me yeah