Balla Race - Andre Nickatina, Equipto

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

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

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