Stay Ballin'

Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man

Ay we stay ballin now (for real)

Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez)

Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot)

So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money

We gon put y'all in y'all place

We stay ballin

(You know my homies down to ride

I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside)

We stay ballin

{You know my homies down to ride

I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)

Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin

We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains

The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me

Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me

They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk

Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk

Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it

I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it

How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers

A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur

No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga

And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga

You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you

Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple

I buy that shit you never knew existed

I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin

Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider

I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada

I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf

But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt

Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter

Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers

But when you get rich that's when the snakes come

I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones

This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas

But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed

Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still

Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil'

Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac

Like 3-57 with a little kick back

We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls

Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy

All my potnas got loot too, yeah

(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?)

Said I'd rather ball with you

(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?)

And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah

(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles)

And we ridin on 22's

(Deuce-deuce's baby)

Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa

Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners

With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers

Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga

I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin

Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin

Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless

Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics

I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows

Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux

Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road

Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's

I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South

Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth

I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82

Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw

What, what, what, what

Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw