Balls Of Steel Lyrics - Singles - Tha Eastsidaz

Soldiers 

Gangstaz, gangstaz, whassup my nigga? 

Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane 

It's in her neighborhood 

Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good 

I trust her dog 

Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip 

Well, the party didn't start till I walked in 

And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' 

But in between time or in the meantime 

I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine 

We came here together so we can have fun 

Me and you baby goin' one on one 

It's yo' hood so I figure it's good 

But if them niggaz start trippin' 

I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood 

We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars 

With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars 

Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this 

Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this 

The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up 

Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up 

And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat 

And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak 

(Where you from?) 

I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em 

And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle 

(Fuck 'em) 

I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely 

Nigga didn't bring damn homie 

I wish I woulda, but I didn't 

I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat 

(Bullshit ya bullshittin') 

That's what's wrong wit' niggaz 

Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch 

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin' 

What more can I say? "Top Billin'" 

That's what I get, I got it good 

Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch 

Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard 

I got a great big bodyguard 

So step up if you wanna get hurt 

Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt 

I get the money, the money I got 

Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot 

That's how it is, ask yo' kids 

I stole ya hoe while you was in prison 

Jail, for spousal assault 

You was jealous it's all your fault 

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin' 

What more can I say? "Top Billin'" 

Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad 

Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy 

So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now 

And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips 

I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe 

Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow 

Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc 

Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks 

(Give it up, nigga) 

Shit's real, we peel for the meal 

Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it 

And bring them same skanless bitches 

(Why?) 

I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen 

On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools 

Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule 

They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter 

Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker