Rap song title help?!?

Question

It goes like "Baller shock collar twenty inch blades..." then like this "theres gotta be a better way better way...."

Answer 1

lil troy- wanna be a baller

Chorus: Fat Pat

Wanna be a -- balla, shot calla
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A calla gettin laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got the spray I'm aight
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]
I'ma -- balla, I'ma twenty inch crawla
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweilla
I-10 haula, not a leader not followa
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawla
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Chorus

[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 ****
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
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Chorus

[Lil' Will]
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla 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 **** and I ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a ****** 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 ***** ***** what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Chorus

[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 spoke, 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
Licks 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, ****** they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Chorus

[Lew Hawk]
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par-day
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 bout it 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 contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to ****** and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.

Chorus

Answer 2

Shock Collar Song

Answer 3

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Rap song title help?!?
It goes like "Baller shock collar twenty inch blades..." then like this "theres gotta be a better way better way...."

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Answer 5

don't know what it's called cuz i don't like it, but pretty sure the words are "baller, shot caller, twenty inch blades on my impala" lol. just tryin to help.

Answer 6

Lots of great replies already for this

Answer 7

lil troy-baller,shot caller

Answer 8

Its arguable there are basically more possible answers to this question..

Answer 9

Artist: Chingy
Song: Balla Baby (Remix)
Album: Powerballin'

yeah, yeah. this for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
city to city, ballers ballers. let's do this, dirty.
remix. you know, ching-a-ling.
you know how i do it: representing st. louis.
put your hands up, put your hands up.

(chorus - chingy)

i'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller's at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i'll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

(verse 1 - chingy)

i got the pots up in the kitchen,
i'm just a baller pitching-in my division.
yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
my 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

so yes i got my eye for these chicks when i'm dishing.
the critics be talking, i walk past and start hissing.
looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls in detroit like i play for the pistons.

baby if you listening, i'm a' tour so much,
folks say i'm missing, gettin'.
this baller s-k-in', i be running around with it, spitting it.

the hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
i wish you would in here, we smoke good in here.

moving through your hood shining,
keep yellow, i'm gonna wear blue diamonds,
look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
i get 50 thou' for an in-store signing, cause i'm a

(chorus - chingy)

i'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller's at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i'll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

(verse 2 - lil' flip)

it ain't nuthing to a boss,
that's why i spent three hundred on a cross!
pink and yellow, that's the combination.
i know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

cause i got thirty blocks on my resume,
i got my own liquor, why he drinking alizee?
me and chingy got the pop charts on lock,
but i still get respect on my own block.

******* try to take my money, but i bounce back,
three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
i'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
but i'm the boss, i don't hustle on the curb, man.

now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
so even when i'm not around, they promote the name.
i'm lil' flip, rapping h-town 'till i'm gone.
i took a trip to amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
a baller, baby!

(chorus - chingy)

i'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller's at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i'll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

(verse 3 - boozie)

that's me, that's right, i've got a bentley for sure,
a hundred million in the bank, plus i'm getting some more.

i'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
i'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.

i've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore.
on a white sandy beach with kickers and whores.

said i'm on another level that you can't afford:
princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

that's why i shoot my dice four thousand or more,
cause my price at work sure be on soar.

that's why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
'cause i won't settle for nothing less than more.

(chorus - chingy)

i'm a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller's at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i'll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?