Balla Race Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

Balla Race 

Chorus: 2x 

you in a balla race 

trying to get all in a ballas face 

workin your hips at a balla pace 

wanna see how sweet a balla taste 

you in a balla place 

-Andre Nickatina 

man ima semi automatic 

gotta get the cabbage 

but if it werent for the religion man there wasnt a habit 

work those heels make sure they dont break 

how much dope can a sucka witch make 

rollercoaster baby let them ride 

do what you do but dont break your stride 

4 door car seven Las Vegas nights 

a gator so new that it still might bite 

i need money 'cause i run red lights 

my super witch is super tight 

man you could of been foolin me 

trying to give me fake jewelry 

rap cat trying to choose and feed 

peel bread now you loosin me 

clam stolen its golden and im rollin 

and im holdin on a knot so fat she said "Nicky do you love that" 

in the mirror with a weed sack 

i hurt her butt i didnt answer back 

man i like that lil flute 

the rhyming of ridin nute 

i think im gonna wear my carmel suit 

with a brown tie and them matchin boots 

aint that the truth 

girl your vision this like chess 

windows down and nothing less 

freak we can ball out 

never have a fall out 

roll around town no doubt with the mo' god of khan 

have that dosie have that cobana 

have that prada and sean jean 

Chorus: 2x 

you in a balla race 

trying to get all in a ballas face 

workin your hips at a balla pace 

wanna see how sweet a balla taste 

you in a balla place 

-Equipto 

man everything fast 

talk about bread but everything cash 

divide the dividence divide the livinish 

mo high than a lil bit 

gotta split the game and lace some wit it 

me and dreez got a race to finish 

a relay wut we play 

dj dont waste a minute 

the way she pop it for profits 

tricks they open their wallets 

and plus they callin right after 

my beezy stay in and pop it 

i got it down to assign so back in my hand 

i just dont rap for fans 

ima do it like char, Hawaii, hoe in an arm 

hey, three more in the car 

-Andre Nickatina 

baby i craddled this like air jordan dunks the carolina 

im right behind ya, trying to find ya, and i remind ya 

man excuse me 

my mouth kiss like an uzi 

if you choose me 

'cause i look past all that beauty 

'cause you destin to have beauty 

and your sherly temples are like candy swirles 

man all up in here is candy girls 

straight bring your freinds along if they got a car 

and if they up to par 

be'cause my mouthpeice is fast like a rabbit 

aint so slow you think you can grab it 

even a magician think its magic 

the way its all wrapped up in a package 

baby its a ballas race 

-Equipto 

like Tour De France 

all in a rush you know who to pass 

hop on the bus explore the math 

but the homies aint here ill party yak out 

on your mark get set 

your heat can ball first but he aint no threat 

and i can bet that on the past life 

your shit last place for the last time 

out of line out of time out of mind out of pocket 

block your mind from the gossip 

its a new day roll tough wit my hoes 

and they can show you how to pop it, that coochie 

you lost your pace 

they never had takes to the boss sauce all in your face 

with no time to waste 

so let me see you chase the bread 

before you get replaced 

Chorus: 2x 

you in a balla race 

trying to get all in a ballas face 

workin your hips at a balla pace 

wanna see how sweet a balla taste 

you in a balla place