place When she'd sit and hold me in her arms I lost my lucky ball and chain And now she's four years gone Just five feet tall and sick of me And all
Bridge When ya'll niggas fall and start makin' 800 collect Call commercials like Arsenio Hall I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the ball With Kool and
let's see just how ya gonna die? Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed He just pounds nails in your forehead The pig got lucky that time But let'
and who balls you hung from Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from Snoop dogg, I'm smooth and imperial I wake up every morning to my lucky
, even though I'm lovin' cheese Picked it up, one more gat, some broke down to their knees Told about murders and plots, talked about **** and glocks
pull the thongs off in the summer and shit Laughing at my joke when it wasn't even funny and shit She need a T-mac ms shaq she think that I ball She
you can lose, everything to gain Hey guys, try it for size, this ball and chain After it all I'll take you home, after this dream has gone If we're lucky
biggest shark in this park and you just another bait Choppa that name ringing in your brain From the Body to the Head and we bringing niggaz pain Street Ballas ballin in the streets behind the chain
cure soul stealers) Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos (Prescribing old placebos) Collecting junk that we don't need, no You got the ball I was lucky to get the chain
Oh yeah, why am I complaining? I got money and I'm funny And I'm semi-good looking Keeps me good and lucky Sometimes I feel like Sodom and Gomorrah
is gettin' tragic But I'ma make me a grip and dip quick And fuck with my nigga Kid Capri on this G shit Dial tail and bail with my nigga Slick Ricky And
black is now blue, nothing much is really new On the eve of Hell on Earth you walk the reddish snow. A chain of command lacks the balls to right the
be at the gas station (for what) and he thinking he find his skull but he be lucky if only a man patient now you ain't gonna act like Eminem moment (what) and
kids! - Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs! Stains over clothes and close deaths Denials, heavens clouds and no stress! The game's full of fouls and no
(miracle cure soul stealers) Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos (prescribing old placebos) Collecting junk that we dont need, no You got the ball I was lucky to get the chain
black is now blue, nothing much is really new On the eve of Hell on Earth you walk the reddish snow. A chain of command lacks the balls to right the wrong
aim and hit it Boy forget it, if you think I'm falling off of my game You off the chain, you must of fell and lost your brain I maintain and look good
Cassidy:] And we outta here Ya I keep a lot of sneaks and a lot of gear [The Game:] Nigga bling your chain swinging looking like a lot of flash [Cassidy:] Come and
