I Wanna Be A Baller Shot Caller Lyrics was written by Big Hawk, YungStar, Fat Pat & 3 more and this great song was sung by Lil’ Troy in 1998.
I Wanna Be A Baller Shot Caller Lyrics
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 1: Yungstar]
I'm a -- baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades
on Impala, diamond Rottweiler
I-10 hauler, never leader not a follower
Break
these boys off, I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta
sight, I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road, I’m in a mode n fo dem
The
chain and charm -- hop out my big body foreign
Chain with the charm can't
forget Moet along
I'm hoppin' out, I'm lookin' good, diamonds against my
wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big
body can't stop me
'Fore the nine-eight got to sell a million copies
I'mma
crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow -- puffin
indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want
remote control screens and nice byzantines
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 2: Fat Pat]
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big
killa, gettin' high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin
big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl
down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get
froze, as you see my low
Candy-red two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin,
my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It
don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin Southside
Now
we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187
thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowing sticky green with Flo, Brew and that
Bub
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 3: Lil' Will]
Sittin' fat down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo'
skrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how
you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop
-- puttin up your motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I
ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk
hittin' fo' life baby it's Southside
We on a fuckin' mission, Expedition,
Navigator
That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin it in
your face, and that's for real
Shinin' harder than the grill, it's the
player Lil' Will
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga
nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's
goin' down
Representin' that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched
from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no
dope pigeon
Used to count my spokes, now these hoes count my inches
Had
to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my
shoulder
Links in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't
understand, virtual reality Caravan
Double doors, marble floors, naked
hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin' out, niggas they wanna sign me
Got
the Lil' Will, diamond grills in my grin
Blaze in the Benz and you can't
forget DenDen
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie
Drop
the top on Scott, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourbon and I'm swervin',
man it's gettin' hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot,
David Taylor
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
[Verse 5: Hawk]
I hit the highway
Having things my way, I parlay
Everyday
all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your
neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play
to win -- 'bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once
again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils
can't comprehend
Big body Benz -- as I floss through the South
Big
blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all
scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors --
I constantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord
knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the
H.A.W.K
[Hook: Big T]
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on
the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, got
sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But
there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
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| Credits | Name |
|---|---|
| Writers: | Big Hawk, YungStar, Fat Pat & 3 more |
| Artists: | Lil’ Troy |
| Producers: | Bruce “Grim” Rhodes |
| Released: | 1998 |