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Album by: Thugged Out: The Albulation （disc 1）
Artist by: Yukmouth
Welcome!
Little boys and girls.
Makaveli!
(for the love of makaveli!)
Lives forever!
(outlawz!)
And ever
Come on.
Verse 1 *(e.d.i.)*
I remember the days we used to
Ride together
Its goin on boi, I thought wed
Die together
But you left befo me homie
Only if I could talk to you
They ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuff
Two days have passed
Since I first heard the shots blast
An I can still picture the scenery
Won't be no peace fo me until I see ya at the crossroads
All of us back together again
Eternally lost souls.
Verse 2 *(napoleon)*
I bet I shake ya world
Fo pac, ima drink til I hurl
An pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurrough
Its young napoleon
Makaveli gave this soldier his name
An if you claim it the same
You have to prove you insane
Betta get ya heart right
In the mist of the warfields
Bullets gon fly by
We outlawz
An play the street life because its paid right
Its my life, my life, my life
Thats in the sunshine
Kadafi ima hold a sign
Hopin you run through one time.
We still ballin!
Chorus *(yukmouth)*
Don't cry, dry yo eye say, pac we still ballin
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha? wha?
Juss look up in the sky say, pac we still ballin
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha?
Pour some liqour on the ground, say pac we still ballin
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) uh.
If he could only see us now, ayo pac we still ballin!
Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*
Congregate the bloods and cuzz
Vice lords and disciples
I got love fa thugs
Even the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the club
Sucka for love
If I introduce a busta to slugs (what? !)
Hustled the ***
We all lust for money and fast cars
The, life of a rap star
Floatin in jaguars
Then ball wit a bad broad
Learn how to stack tall
Money longer then shaq yall (westside!!)
Holla back yall!! (yes!)
I smoked out wit redman
Aim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead man
Flossin a dead man
I know the drama is reallin
They stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millons
Will gods children plese stop wit ya I can be like pac!
Raps ya rock
Bout, gats and glocks
Ya act like pac
Wit all them songs you stole from dude
If makaveli was alive, we woulda rode on you fools!!
Thats real!!
*(chorus)*
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
They can bite all they want but pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Westside, southside say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
We gon keep the thuggin alive, eh pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) (we love you ni**a)
Rap-a-lot mafia life, eh pac we still ballin!
Verse 3 *(young noble)*
We still callin
Everyday ta ya
We still believe in ya
We still pray ta ya
Now ery body all on pacs heels
Had to wait til a soldier to die
Fo yall to give him his
Hell nah!
Outlaw soldiers thug fo life
Half a yall ain't never knew pac
Forget the hype!
We used to play box wit him
Caulk glocks, an lick shots wit him
That was a crazy soldier
Yo I miss him
Taught a brotha so much
In thugs we trust
Still as soft as cream puff
Outlawz we hit em up
An bomb first
So hail mary
You bail scarry through this white manz world
But I never let it bury me
Kadafi I love ya
An Ill see ya when I die homie
Smoke some w**d
You an pac get high fo me.
Yall still ballin.
Yall still ballin.
Still ballin.
*(kastro talking)*
We can do this.
F**k the tricks!
God bless the dead.
Yafi kadafi we love ya.
*(chorus)*
Til the days that I die eh pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Wave ya hands in the sky say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Westside, southside say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
Eastside, northside say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
The regime, outlawz an yuk, we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
Rap-a-lot, lil j an face, we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
Diggity daz an kurupt say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
E-40 fonz an b-leigt say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?
All my dogs everywhere say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) uh.
An all my real a** thugs say, pac we still ballin!
(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)
*(yukmouth talking)*
A dedication!
To the legendary makaveli!
God bless his soul!
(yes!)
Its time for us to ride for my potna.
All these bitin a** characters in the industry!
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
(ride or die)
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
(ride or die)
We still ballin.
La, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! (regime)
We still ballin, ballin, ballin!
La, la.
Ballin, ballin, ballin!
We still ballin!
Ballin!
Ballin!
Ballin!

文本歌词

Album by: Thugged Out: The Albulation （disc 1）Artist by: YukmouthWelcome!Little boys and girls.Makaveli!(for the love of makaveli!)Lives forever!(outlawz!)And everCome on.Verse 1 *(e.d.i.)*I remember the days we used toRide togetherIts goin on boi, I thought wedDie togetherBut you left befo me homieOnly if I could talk to youThey ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuffTwo days have passedSince I first heard the shots blastAn I can still picture the sceneryWon't be no peace fo me until I see ya at the crossroadsAll of us back together againEternally lost souls.Verse 2 *(napoleon)*I bet I shake ya worldFo pac, ima drink til I hurlAn pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurroughIts young napoleonMakaveli gave this soldier his nameAn if you claim it the sameYou have to prove you insaneBetta get ya heart rightIn the mist of the warfieldsBullets gon fly byWe outlawzAn play the street life because its paid rightIts my life, my life, my lifeThats in the sunshineKadafi ima hold a signHopin you run through one time.We still ballin!Chorus *(yukmouth)*Don't cry, dry yo eye say, pac we still ballin(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha? wha?Juss look up in the sky say, pac we still ballin(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) wha?Pour some liqour on the ground, say pac we still ballin(we still ballin, ballin, ballin) uh.If he could only see us now, ayo pac we still ballin!Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*Congregate the bloods and cuzzVice lords and disciplesI got love fa thugsEven the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the clubSucka for loveIf I introduce a busta to slugs (what? !)Hustled the ***We all lust for money and fast carsThe, life of a rap starFloatin in jaguarsThen ball wit a bad broadLearn how to stack tallMoney longer then shaq yall (westside!!)Holla back yall!! (yes!)I smoked out wit redmanAim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead manFlossin a dead manI know the drama is reallinThey stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millonsWill gods children plese stop wit ya I can be like pac!Raps ya rockBout, gats and glocksYa act like pacWit all them songs you stole from dudeIf makaveli was alive, we woulda rode on you fools!!Thats real!!*(chorus)*(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)They can bite all they want but pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)Westside, southside say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)We gon keep the thuggin alive, eh pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) (we love you ni**a)Rap-a-lot mafia life, eh pac we still ballin!Verse 3 *(young noble)*We still callinEveryday ta yaWe still believe in yaWe still pray ta yaNow ery body all on pacs heelsHad to wait til a soldier to dieFo yall to give him hisHell nah!Outlaw soldiers thug fo lifeHalf a yall ain't never knew pacForget the hype!We used to play box wit himCaulk glocks, an lick shots wit himThat was a crazy soldierYo I miss himTaught a brotha so muchIn thugs we trustStill as soft as cream puffOutlawz we hit em upAn bomb firstSo hail maryYou bail scarry through this white manz worldBut I never let it bury meKadafi I love yaAn Ill see ya when I die homieSmoke some w**dYou an pac get high fo me.Yall still ballin.Yall still ballin.Still ballin.*(kastro talking)*We can do this.F**k the tricks!God bless the dead.Yafi kadafi we love ya.*(chorus)*Til the days that I die eh pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)Wave ya hands in the sky say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)Westside, southside say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?Eastside, northside say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?The regime, outlawz an yuk, we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)Rap-a-lot, lil j an face, we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?Diggity daz an kurupt say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)E-40 fonz an b-leigt say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) what?All my dogs everywhere say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!) uh.An all my real a** thugs say, pac we still ballin!(we still ballin, ballin, ballin!)*(yukmouth talking)*A dedication!To the legendary makaveli!God bless his soul!(yes!)Its time for us to ride for my potna.All these bitin a** characters in the industry!We still ballin, ballin, ballin!(ride or die)(ride or die)We still ballin.We still ballin, ballin, ballin!(ride or die)We still ballin.(ride or die)We still ballin, ballin, ballin!(ride or die)(ride or die)We still ballin.We still ballin, ballin, ballin!(ride or die)We still ballin.(ride or die)We still ballin.La, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! (regime)We still ballin, ballin, ballin!La, la.Ballin, ballin, ballin!We still ballin!Ballin!Ballin!Ballin!

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