Snoop Dogg - Balls Of Steel lyrics

[snoop dogg] Soldiers.. Gangstaz, gangstaz.. wha**up my n***a? Yeah i'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' b**h mane It's in her neighborhood Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good I trust her dog Aw n***a shut up n***a, i hear you, don't trip Well the party didn't start til 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 b**h 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 n***az start trippin I ain't trippin sh** 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 b**h that i was wit tried to set me up Whatever f**in reason would they wanna wet me up And get me up out the b**h 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 n***az don't look like they wanna tussle (f** em) I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely n***a didn't bring damn homie I wish i woulda, but i didn't I'm f**in wit dis hood rat (bullsh** ya bullsh**tin) That's whats wrong wit n***az Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a b**h Dogg is chillin, makin a k**in What more can i say? "top billin'" Thats what i get, i got it good Crackin b**hes in ya hood b**h Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt n***a mad cause i touched under his b**h 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 a**ault You was jealous it's all your fault Dogg is chillin, makin a k**in 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 b**h done dipped cuz i done run outta chips I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe Man to some s**a a** n***a 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 n***a) sh**'s real; we peel for the meal Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it And bring them same skanless b**hes (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 b**hes feel the heater motherf**er [speaking outro]