Ballin'

Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin' like this
We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit
KM. G, 187, yo, we got it together
It's the hood, I thought it was understood
This phase that I call the finale
And once again, we have to send it to who?

So sit back and learn, 'cause it's time for some schoolin' and rulin'
So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level

For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks
It's dedicated to

And on the tables, what? The two be cookin'
The simple fact is, yeah, that we ballin'
(The whole wide world)
I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead

Of whatever, cause ain't nothin' changed but the weather
And at our concerts we always do work
It's dedicated to
And it's gon' stay like that
So listen, I'm finna start dissin'
Rollin' down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin' on laces?
We gon' put some mega shit together
And in the back, who is that? The men with the mack
And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin'
K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers
Sendin' it out to
Dedicated to who?

(The whole wide world)
(The whole wide world)
But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin'
You got a beep? We gotta go, 'cause money is callin'
But even if she has the spouse
And if you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show
A 500 with a convertible top
The simple fact is that we ballin'
And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players
Toes tappin', the freaks are jockin'
She starts that fiendin', she gets turned out
See what he think about

See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back

It's time to build, so take this chill pill
This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics
Get off my tip, 'cause I'm about to enter
And all you ladies out there
(The whole wide world)
You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick
What? Ballin' while the freaks keep callin'
Beggin' KM. G to come bump the walls in the house
And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players
'Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less

Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked
The name of this piece is called, ballin'
I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend
Just like the homie, Amp we like our shit drop
'Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks
I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin'

True, true
Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin'

All you East side rappers, you had to start pissin' me off
And you know we gotta break it down for who?
All you busters on the scene
And when I'm ballin', yo, I gotta be packed
I made it ride higher while I'm ballin' through Cali
Yo, I had to have the homies 'cause they got the sack
You'll see me, KM.G, Total K-oss and Go
Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin'

And we ballin' with the homie Eazy-E
(The whole wide world)

Who's it dedicated to?

Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh

Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little [Incomprehensible]

(The whole wide world)
He look just like a lace head
The name of this piece is called, ballin'
Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it
Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw
It ain't nothin' homie, you be frontin'
All because the way 187 is rockin'
By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers
To who?

With the homie D.O.C and Dr. Dre
If your cups are empty, go get a refill

All the busters on the center

(The whole wide world)
You're soft, you're finna get tossed
Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin' Robin Good
(The whole wide world)
I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin'
And you know, it's like that in 90
Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her
When it comes to rockin', they wrote the book
'Cause we ballin'