I share the definition of ballin' with you white folks But no
I'm up before the sunrise, to hit the block Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of And I'm these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got I put the in his casket Now they coverin' the bastard in I smoke blunts on a regular when it counts I'm tryin' to make a dollars outta quarter ounce And gettin' on the five-o, fuck them hos Got a 45 screamin' survival Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some "one-time" when I say so Don't want to go to the pen, I'm fences Narcs on a back, missin' me by inches And they say how do you weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny die? Tell don't cry when they kill me They can never take the game from a G
I'm ballin' Str8
Still on parole and I'm the nigga servin' Pour liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it But if I want to make a million, gotta dealin' It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a Dressin' down like a villian', but on the block It's a clever to keep me runnin' from the cops Ha, I'm high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz I hate to let my music bump liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck Rather die makin' than live poor and legal As I another ounce, I wish it was a kilo A money in a major way Time to fuck my BEEEYATCHHey!, and getten' You other callin' But me and my mothafuckin' thug
We ballin' Str8
Damned if I don't, and damned if a do So watch a young mothafucka a trigga just to RAISE UP But don't let them see you cry, dry your Young time to do or die I a pistol in my pocket on my block Ain't no time for a nigga to cock shit And now they see that mothafucka pain At point blank range he slept on the game Ain't a thing changed Shakin' the dice, now 'em If you stand pain better hold 'em Cause ain't no tellin' you might roll You go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga live your life to the fullest You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better it Cause even they kill me They can take the game from a young G
We str8 We ballin'
To my in the penitentiary Loked up a mothafucka when they mention me Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever And once it's on I'm bustin' on these bitches they gone Who the can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying my posse I keep my cocked I need it they're all shady I made it Now these jealous bitches tryin' to me I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast I'm on the corner my niggas watchin' cash stack And I up a long way from food stamps And takin' shit the low-life ghetto tramps Could you me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the thugs And mothafucka, we be All mothafuckin' day long, stay
We ballin'