Can We All Ball (Explicit)

Feat Killa Tay JT Tha Bigga Figga

We dump slugs and f**k thugs for their d**gs

When push come to shove ain't no motherf**kin love

Bow down we just hit the town

But we brung s**t 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 n***a C Bo

B***hes all in my business cos 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

N***as set trip a solo weapon is essen

Tial

Keep the pepper spray on my car keys only f**k with hard Gz

Still get my ball on like Clark

Nothin but the California hoggin me

Touchin triggers real n***as straight doggin freaks

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 d**g 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 s**t for the cash n***a enter forever ball

We are surprised in this rap game

Straight gangsta s**t 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 f**k the best h*es 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 cos we knuckle ya downfall

Player haters f**k y'all let these ballers all ball

Can we all ball

Can we all ball

Can we all ball

Can we all ball

Tell me can we ball