Love 2 Ball

歌詞

[Chorus] Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (we sure love to ball) I like smokin out and "Pourin' Up" I'm breakin' car lots, two hundred thousand dollars, I'm showin' up The street life get my watches glowin' up New Motorola smartphone, steady blowin' up I remember doin' bad Always knew I would get it, it didn't make me sad 'Cause I was a beast with it I keep my khakis with a crease in it (crease in it) Sharp as a knife I crawled back in the day but bitch now I'm ballin tonight (ballin Tonight) [Chorus] I got a call on my celly, while I was jammin' some Screw (woo) And it was that P-I-M-P, mayne what's up with you? Slab was sittin' outside and he had bought 'em in twos I painted one candy red and I painted one candy blue And you, know all the women, want to conversate for a few 'Cause my jewelry sick like hachoo and my necklace still got the flu She said her name was a Nakia but I had to nickname ya boo I had to nickname her chlorine 'cause your chick stay wet as a pool It's true, boys want a verse from me but they couldn't afford me Be talkin' so much game that a Pimp gon' wish to record me (for real) Been a H-Town baller, I'm talkin swishin like Horry Ain't nobody gettin' my glory, ain't nobody "Trippin" like Cory Mo, already know that I keep a room in my vault I signed a check to myself, so I guess that makes me my boss It ain't no stoppin' our ballin' like we ran out of timeouts (hold up) [Chorus] Uh, summertime niggaz (niggaz), Phantom ain't the answer Fly, I can't enjoy it, I think my daddy's got cancer (huh) Pistol in my lap, I'm rocked up like Miss Chancer (starter) Fist turn a trick a five like Jo Jo dancer Old nigga doin' boy, hit a house one knot (knot) Years seventy, eighty, stole all our Christmas lot (bitch) My whole life I was exposed to the fast lane Runnin' through my blood, seventy-five thousand for the chain (chain) Fifty thousand for the watch piece But I'll take it off bitch to squabble with ya in the streets I'm Dr. Dre of the South, ya better watch your mouth Michael Jordan, underdog, see ya at the Playa's Ball (bitch) [Chorus] Say baby, turn yourself around, so I can love you good Hey baby, girl you so sweet Good time, go on and sign my meat (sign my meat) [Chorus]