Nigga Bring His Girlfriend To Club Freakin All On The Floor Wit His Girlfriend In The Club And Wonder Why All These Playas Tryin To Holla At Her Just Soon As She Go To The Bathroom, Nigga I'm Goin Holla
other guys Girl if you ride out wit me I promise you won't regret it I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic You want me to go down on you
yeah-hea And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it But you still held your ground and came up out that basement In the memory
huh, yeah-hea And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it But you still held your ground and came up out that basement In the memory
Bring His Girlfriend To Club Freakin All On The Floor With His Girlfriend In The Club And Wonder Why All These Playas Tryin To Holla At Her Just Soon As She Go To The Bathroom, playa I'm Goin Holla
we was on some diffrent shit Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it But you kept a closed
face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering at somebody real [Fabolous] I need to holla at somebody real could that be you
ballin [Chorus: 2Pac] Still ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherf**kers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel
the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you
[Chorus: 2Pac] Still ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring
if you ain't talking about no money Nigga you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker you got me ready It ain't no honour
t complain; just play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been
So get high tonight.. and if you rollin like I'm rollin you ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas ain't nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what
holla [Chorus: Pharrell] My nigga, please - you ain't signin no checks like these My nigga, please - you pushin no wheels like these My nigga, please - you
yeah-hea And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it But you still held your ground and came up out that basement In the memory of
quiet, the weak start riots We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish
barkin I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent If not you, somebody