To My Ballerz (collabo) Lyrics - Nasty Boy Klick

[Rappin' 4-Tay] 

Yo, what's up ('Sup) 

4-Tay, NBK (NBK) 

Colabo (Colabo) 

Check it out 

We mobbin' like this y'all 

[Chorus] 

[NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus 

[4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches 

[NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up 

[4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK showin' love sho' 'nuff 

[NBK] To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus 

[4-Tay] For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches 

[NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up 

[4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK all night, all day 

[Rappin' 4-Tay] 

How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine? 

Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine 

Not that they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor 

You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior 

We gettin' these dirty damn presidents (presidents) 

For the safety deposit box in my residence 

'cause real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular 

A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the regular 

Drop-top double R's, stackin' like Escobar 

Gotta get that paper, us Cali players do it all 

Genie, garage door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced 

They can't find my mansion 

Three hundred CE's, five hundreds and half-dozens 

Just got that plug for my dogs, me and my cousins 

Just like them Mafiosos, so let's just make a toast-a 

Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and I'm the force 

[Chorus] 

[NBK] 

Now I'm, out the door with my entourage 

I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage 

Now we blazin' through your city 

All day at the ball, with the show and all these bitches 

Got my balls on, tip the valet and get the key 

Now we got one more hour until we gots to be onstage 

And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the spot 

Bouncin' through the avenues, roll up a fatty 

You have to see to cruise, and now we out front 

Rosa, roach from the blunt, and tell we smokey 

We left the VIP person at the gate choking 

Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale? 

Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows 

Ziggy, how you smashing? 

In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln 

You know I put the shine on my Dayton 

And the put the bounce in my speakers 

Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

[NBK] 

For the dollaz, yo, sho' 'nuff video, get the switch off OG's ride 

Four-oh-oh ODS, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes 

Better tip you slow, had a vision the dough when the fo' fo' come round 

Our eyes are swoll', hold up, better get that 

Flip back, get your back up my mobile 

Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get paid 

No doubt for the clan I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway 

Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway 

Walked into your house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade 

[Chorus]