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Correct Can We All Ball Lyrics
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Correct Can We All Ball
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[Featuring Killa Tay JT Tha Bigga Figga] We dump slugs and fuck thugs for their drugs When push come to shove ain't no motherfuckin love Bow down we just hit the town But we brung shit like Hitler bail em with a Sigma Switch with the first shot gotta check the spot Burnin rubber out the parkin lot pointin out the window Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga see Bo Bitches all in my business 'cause they think I move kilo's I, call my people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide distribution Now I'm posted up in Houston Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo Niggas set trip, a solo weapon is essen(tial) Keep the pepper spray on my car keys, only fuck with hard Gz Still get my ball on like Clark Nothin but the California hoggin me Touchin triggers, real niggas, straight doggin freaks Chorus: Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball? We take the occupation when movin, my hustle never stop Check what? Some babies camera's peep the blocks, stash the Glocks Posi's squashed, ship ki's and here there's thousand dollar bidders Rim hats with feathers, more money than Perry Ellis Never known behind ???, talkin "let my nuts hang" Trade ya the .4-5 and the Tek 9 for a drop Mustang A long line of killers, drug dealers with stripes Just schoolin, you're rollin pontentially, could take your advice We count big face and straight laces by the hundreds Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10 In a convertible Benz, fearin hunted, on twins They call me Bo-Loc, and fo' sho' I smoke the dodo and flip the '97 Sport to shake the po-po High rollers count, tall dollars will never fall In this shit for the cash nigga, enter, forever ball Chorus We are surprised in this rap game Straight gangsta shit makes the world go round, I'm nuttin nice On a dice, bets are more wet and crush ice X-O, stretch Rolls, Bza's and Lexo's And fuck the best hoes, and never slippin like Magic Johnson Keeps my cock down, increase my hatto, from Sac to Compton Rolex down, fools shot up, solid ice The gin in the cask was still followed by the vice In the S-Class, we does it on the gas On my cell, Bo poppin my collar, all about my cash How many diggers can you scat? Now picture that without the feds on your back, homey, and that's a fact We attack with Mac 1-12's to protect my sack I pick up my pack, tellin the order "handle that" It ain't no room for you busters 'cause we knuckle ya downfall Player haters, fuck y'all, let these ballers all ball Chorus: Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Tell me, can we ball?
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