[Hook: x2] We balling, screens falling We crawling, shot calling [Lil' Head:] Everytime I hit the block, I convert my top In J8 with Palamene, on Bravin
time, there wasn't no leaving our block When the laws made it hot, we was freezing our block Man we got enough money, to make my neck look pretty Cause we
all the way from the Northside, to Hump's head I got a partna named Slim Thug and Lil' Mario, from the Fo'-Fo' We'll do how we do, we go uh take a trip
G [Lil' Flip] Houston we have a problem, we ball too much Threw some blades on my ride, and now we crawl too much Threw some paint on the car, and now we
rookie in these streets, I pull capers Cause now we ball till we fall, drink Cristal Ghetto superstars, stay knocking off the mall Hundred thousand dollar cars, on twenty inches We
same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time We
casket, on the grind I'm faster Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word you get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served We out here frontin, still
kick it Where we could drink liquor And no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we could smoke in peace And even though we Gs We still visualize
my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really
I'm what she want I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it) Got money out the asshole, the money on my head Don't
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta) [Hook] We roll tight whips, everyday Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades We roll tight whips, everyday Hustlin
speakers (humm ...) [Chorus: Thrill Da Playa] So let's head down the avenue, And before you leave drop the top [A-come on!] Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball
girls Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl Got lil' doe, got something to blow You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz