f/ Young Chris(*talking*)Young Chris, worldwideWhat we doing Ro[Hook: Z-Ro]Balling, when you see us in them streetsWe'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking sweetsShot calling, making paper till we dieU-Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly[Young Chris]Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-moThe Lex the four do', Perellis the low crowIf you on nineteens, you need mo' and that's for realDiamond in the back, bumper kits and fifth wheelWhen I flip it's a thrill, I give eye by sheersWatching out for my paint, cause five coats gon spillI sprayed wetter than wetter, from South Coast up to San McGregor4's poking trunk open, showing chinese leathersFrom a friend to a pen, standing next to Lick LandI be damned if I'm slipping, I got that hot shit in my handJealous fellas gon knock us, certified show stoppersAnd most boppers they gon bop us, when we pull up on choppasI'm screened up tinted mayn, watch me slide fo' lanesAnd I'ma swing and swang, and let the back end hangAnd I still like a tame, young playas we doing thangsJust like Z-Ro saying, nigga balling mayn[Hook: Z-Ro][Z-Ro]When I ball, it be like twenty G's up in my pocketWhen I ball anything I want, I'm able to cop itCause when I ball it's to the point, to where they think that we brokeBut I still be popping up on the scene, on a new set of spokesCause I'm a real ass nigga, in the field ass niggaEagle talons and hollows, up in my steel ass niggaS.U.C. for life I love it, wouldn't trade it for nothingCreeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttonsGucci from head to toe, I'm looking sharp enough to cut yaGangsta strutting on hatas, cause ain't no love for bustasRoll with us or get rolled over, we gon show you how it goYoung Chris done hooked up with the partna, from Ridgemont 4And it's gravy that's how we ball, on cutters that's how we crawlAnd never ever ever ever, that's how we fallCheck my track record baby, I've been balling a whileDiamonds all on my pinky and neck, all in my smile[Hook: Z-Ro][Young Chris]When I ball if you don't like me, it's fa sho you gon knock itAnd when the diamonds get to shining, shit I know you gon want itZ-Ro and Young Chris, we ain't balling babyCheck the track record nigga, we been balling latelyComing down on a daily baby, thought we was brokeFollowed behind that Z-Ro, and bo'poking on spokesNow you can still knock us, dick riders they still jock usAin't a damn thang changed, switching lanes on choppasWe dub riders, your ordinary SouthsidersWe balling for real, Southsive and that's for liveToday is the day we ball, the next time balling out of controlCrawling 4's up on the scene, valet falling up out the do'Driving reckless through Texas, I shine from my wrist and necklaceIt's Chris the youngest one, I'm well protectedWe be balling daily, never falling babyCheck the incoming calls, boppers calling baby[Hook: Z-Ro]
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