Paroles Balls of steel Snoop Dogg

Balls of steel

[snoop dogg]
Soldiers..
Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?
Yeah Im fin to fall off into this party with my lil bitch mane
Its in her neighborhood
Nah you aint gotta roll with me its all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, dont trip

Well the party didnt start til I walked in
And I probably wont 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
Its yo hood so I figure its good
But if them niggaz start trippin
I aint trippin shit I aint hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
With buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how yall 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 dont look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
Ima creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didnt bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didnt
Im fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
Thats whats 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
Thats 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
Thats how it is, ask yo kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous its all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say? top billin
Shootin dice came up short now Im doin bad
Lost the coupe and the keys to the caddy
So bad that Im 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 Im fallin slow
Cant aint even call a hoe; Im feelin smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shits real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, yall 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

[speaking outro]