Текст песни Ready to Ball (Paul Wall) с переводом

Mista Masta I got a couple of my partners with me

My nigga Paul Wall

My nigga the Chamillionaire

It’s Swishahouse 2000, you niggas know how we do it

I don’t know what’s up with these niggas mayne gettin' mad at us cuz

A nigga don’t wanna hang out with them and get blowed over with these-

Nigga my mind on some mo' shit man, I’m try’n’a get paid in the bitch you feel

me?

Money over bitches

That’s for me to motto

Sippin' 80 Proof straight out the bottle

Guess you can call me a criminal

Shit it’s gettin' critical, hey, ballin' individual

Meanwhile

Fire up the damn dope

Nigga what you a’int know

Swishahouse through the do'

Draped up in my, brand name apparel

Me and my nigga Black, ridin' in the new Camaro

Ridin' high

2000: Do or Die

If you 'bout your fetti put your rollies in the sky

And who you know flyer than me?

Who you know get you higher than me?

Who you know that’s liver than me?

Who you know roll on chrome like me?

Who you know be in the zone like me?

Pat chrome like me?

Now who you know get you rowdy-rowdy?

I was wreckin' mics way before P was gettin' Bout it Bout it

You thankin' my hoes?

I’m thankin' my do'

I’m thinkin' foreigns an' 'lacs

You’re thinkin' 'bout gettin' blowed

Damn if I was to spend my time with you

Shit, I’d be broke

Would have to endo to smoke

Or no wood wheel to choke

I don’t know why these cock suckers steady pagin' me

I’m try’n’a live my life in the lap of luxury

So thanks for the offer but I can’t dawg

I a’int fuckin' wit y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to sip drank and just roll with them

But I a’int fuckin' wit y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them

But I a’int fuckin' wit y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to fire up some endo with them

Nah I a’int fuckin' wit y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to grip grain and flip vogues with them

I a’int fuckin' wit y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

You know I’m a gold grinning young thugga

Hustler representin' for the, gor-illas in the gutter

Sittin' pretty on the butter

Yokohama on the rubber

See I’m like no, other

Girls see me on the block and just stu-stu-stutter

I’m a lover and a stunner

See I’m in love with my chips

But the, ice on my wrist is a little too cold to kiss

Can’t fall in love wit' your miss

Cuz my money be gettin' jealous

And that’s the same reason I can’t be out hittin' licks with the fellas

Cuz naw, I a’int wit' it

Although I hate to admit it

But if I go by myself and get it

I won’t have to split it

So I be frontin' like I’m busy every time that you call

Cuz I can’t be thuggin' wit' y’all

Niggas a’int 'bout paper at all

I can’t be frontin' like I’m broke

Niggas can see I a’int broke

A thousand dollars worth of ice just glistening off of my rope

Cuz you out, smoking your dope

And you’re out, puffing your Jane

And you’re out, grippin' your grain

Then I’m out, spittin' my game

In a reign

Pimpin' your dame

You got to be about your figures

I roam with the realest gorillas

And the realest 20 inch wheelers

I’m not from Pittsburgh niggas

But I roam with them stealers

So hop out a 6 if you wit' us

If not, mind ya own bidness

And show me where the, money at

Chamill gon' be right there

(You got a 500 dollar bill?)

See I’mma be like «yeah»

And you can call me out my name Chamillion really don’t care

If I’m changin' my name from Chamillion to the Chamillionaire

They want me to sip drank and just roll with them

I a’int thuggin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them

But I a’int thuggin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to fire up some endo with them

Naw, I a’int thuggin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to grip grain and flip vogues with them

But I a’int thuggin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

Paul Wall the trendsetter

A’int nobody better

A’int no time for lollygagging I’m a cheddar-go-getter

Damion Davis strapped up Beretta

Put a hole in yo' sweater

If you a’int payin' what you playin' surf gets wetter

You deserve that

I’m on my hustle, you heard that?

With gorillas in all black ready to serve that

Got haters on all fours and they kissin' on floors

No remorse of course

Quit yellin' your voice gettin' horsed

Paul Wall kickin' down doors

And I’m bringin' the force

You lil' boys get on your chores on serenity’s wards

When they see me at the awards girls pissin' they drawers

I could catch boppers if while I rode on the skateboards (Hey Paul Wall)

Wearin' Reebok and some Christopher drawers

Swishahouse bringin' paint like (?)

While you guards chasin' the broads

And stuntin' they cars

I’mma get’s mine and then I’mma go get yours

They want me to sip drank and just roll with them

I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them

But I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to fire up some endo with them

Naw, I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to grip grain and flip vogues with them

But I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to sip drank and just roll with them

But I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them

But I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to fire up some endo with them

Naw, I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

They want me to grip grain and flip vogues with them

But I a’int stuntin' wit' y’all cuz y’all a’int ready to ball

(Swishahouse)

Can’t mess with them niggas dawg

(Swishahouse)

Swishahouse 2000

Paul Wall, Chamillion, ya heard? Da Mista Masta Archie Lee

Mayne what’s wrong with these niggas man?

I can’t be riding around the parkin lot with broke niggas mayne you smell me

I’m tryna get in the club you for real

Catch us at the bar sippin dom p and cris