| Ballz, Ballz, Ballz |
| Ballz, Ballz, Ballz |
| You’ll never touch my… |
| Catch me if you can but you ain’t man enough |
| You’re standin' tough |
| But you know that no matter what |
| You’ll never get the chance to touch |
| My ballz, ballz, ballz |
| Ballz, ballz, ballz |
| You’ll never touch my ballz |
| I see you ain’t a playa, you ain’t ballin' |
| And I don’t even care who the hell you call in |
| In this game, it ain’t no talkin' |
| You can get it started, I nail the coffin |
| And all I here is «get your man up off him» |
| So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' |
| And I ain’t gotta prove you nothin' |
| I do it and you ain’t gotta push my buttons |
| This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick |
| He’s quick and I can’t get Marshall hit |
| So I played my position and don’t make a move |
| Been doin' this for years, my team we can’t lose |
| And ain’t nobody, ain’t nobody hard |
| 9 o’clock, I’m gonna punch me a guard |
| Hut one, hut two, I’m ready |
| Hike, give the ball to Nelly |
| And nobody out there feels me |
| Take this 'fore you have to kill me |
| And any player in my way, I’m foldin' |
| Damn it, call holdin' |
| Football, Football, I love football |
| Yes, tres, dos, uno |
| Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch |
| Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle |
| I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole |
| Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek |
| Nevermind, let’s try quarterback sneak |
| Cover me, smother me with love that’s brotherly |
| That didn’t work, try another play |
| Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up |
| I’m reachin' up another grown man’s butt |
| Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre |
| But Jesus, he hikes, I think I can feel his balls |
| My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls |
| It’s the longest yard, whoops that’s not the chorus |
| Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard |
| That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? |
| Our own 5 and our timeouts are gone |
| Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball |
| To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds |
| 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts |
| Call another huddle, we’re down by six |
| The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift |
| But he’s so god dang high, that he’s trips |
| Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips |
| And runs the ball all the way down to the one |
| But he don’t get in, but all we need is a put ??? |
| But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win |
| But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten |
| God dammit I’ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again |
| Everybody’s laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now |
| We’re never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea |
| Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long |
| I’ma throw the bomb, c’mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on |
| Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you |
| It’s the longest yard |
| The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball |
| I’ma run through all of ya’ll, ya’ll just soft |
| Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud |
| It’s more traction for me, I’m stiff armin' punks |
| High steppin' through the end zone |
| I been grown, I’m so dirty you don’t even know my skin tone |
| It’s time to rumble, no time to fumble |
| And I won’t stumble, your frontline will tumble |
| Playin' ball with killas, my team’s the realest |
| Three time offenders, even drug dealers |
| One of the best runnin' backs there never was |
| Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust |
| Yak is high, I got the highest yak |
| Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks |
| Bizarre snap like a fire crack |
| And my palm more stickier than spider back |
| Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us |
| No matter how big they flyin' backwards |
| Wide reciever, recievin' wide |
| For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die |
| Defense is playin' a pass |
| Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43) |
| That means that its time for me |
| To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell |
| My tracks burn turf when they excell |
| I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof |
| He got dropped and the ball came loose |
| And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare |
| And use my lineman’s shoulder as a chair |
| Now I’m flyin' through the air like a superhero |
| I can use this pose for a box of cereal |
| I’m no joke punk, I get my dinero |
| For bein' the best player on my team what |
| As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut |
| I do one run, run, the screen go run run |
| Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!) |
| Then I do the ninety shuffle so |
| Footballs |
| I’m talkin' about footballs dude |