Ball Like Dat Lyrics

Ball Like Dat lyrics

f/ MC Breed, Shoestring







[MC Breed]



Ghetto E {*echo*



Uh, Big Breed



Flashin', flashin'



I been flashin', flashin'



Flashin', flashin'



Come on







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x



Smokin' ounces of the good weed, we ball like dat



Hoes just love to page me, they call like dat



Drinkin' nothin' but the Henny nigga, y'all like dat



Don't fuck with one of us cause see, we all like dat







[MC Breed]



Why I oughta! (Don't do it dawg)



Fuck it, I'ma go there



Evidence of my residence is nowhere



I'll look for the address (what) I ain't impressed



I'll address you like "Bring somethin with you"



And "May the Lord bless you"



For real though, skills grow outta control



Forty beat him by the big bop four they done fold



Leave the bank account (why) but the safe work cool



And outta Flint and act the fool



I put it down for the record so you can sweat me if you wanna



Smell of the aroma, marijuana, uh, dig it



With the hammer cocked knowin' ya fuck



While to hit the block, pushin' rocks



With niggas I don't know and they might be cops



Aww fuck it, my kids gotta eat



Tonight, tommarow night, all next week, feel me



To wanna stop me is to kill me, I'm hoppin'



If they probably send the best feds to drill me, motherfuckers



Cause I'm clean when they see me on the streets nowadays (why)



Cause nowadays niggas are warned and chains



That nigga gone blow, I seen him at the sto'



Tellin' them motherfuckers to get down on the flo'



You know how this shit go, before we hit the do'



{*gun clicks* just so end up by the .44



Drama, and that's just why your mama can't stand me



I go to Ghetto Theater's to get my Ghetto Grammy







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x







[Shoestring]



Motherfucker, you be lyin' put you on a strecher



When them thugs test that ass, bitch they couldn't catch ya



You was runnin' for your life, prudent and prime gurdle



Even seen it on the news, you didn't miss a hurdle



You've been scooped by a grouch, you got busted balls



And that mess you used to have, now it's pussy walls



So save that killin' shit you talkin' for them outta states



Cause in my city and yo' city, bitch you known to break



So who the fuck you think you foolin' you's a small baller



Shoestring and Ghetto E the fuckin' shot callers



Niggas dacin' in this shit like dope fiends



If you beef, or have some killers on your fuckin' team



Cause if you don't motherfucker then you ass out



You let 'em get you for your goods and your glass house



But you rap about you bustin' niggas in they chest



And rollin' niggas up like onions or buddha zest



You big ballin' like a motherfucker let you tell it



It's a pussy in this bitch and a nigga smell it



You wanna fuck me, motherfuckin' nigga catch these knuckles



You played out like the motherfuckin' hang buckles



Shoestring loose in this motherfucker bring the drama



Got no love for your ass nigga, fuck your mama



So when you see me put your back up against the wall



My name is Shoestring bitch, I'm known to ball



Big ball, is what I do!







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x







[Ghetto E]



{*yawn*



I woke up, pissed some herb, jumped in the shower



Told my niggas to come and scoop me in an hour



It's summertime, eighty-seven degrees



In the candy coated Cutlass on gold-D's



Hit the switches, saw some bitches in short skirts



Spillin' Remi, fuckin' up the Nautica shirts



But the Planet Rock Sony system was poundin'



Throwin' gang signs, mean muggin' niggas and clownin'



Smokin' Killa, my nigga Breed broke out the stash



It's a party at the beach that we 'bout to crash



Mad bitches at the beach, I felt like I'm dreamin'



Sun-rays hit my diamonds and got 'em gleamin'



Volleyball in the sand but we ain't playin'



Only came to eat and drink, cause that's how we layin'



Five o'clock beach closed, now we just lerkin'



No more Remi so we started erkin' and jerkin'



Still early, eleven-thirty, time to hit the club



Club jumpin', DJ bumpin' that "I Don't Want No Scrubs"



It's delicious, gettin' kisses from every ho I see



'Til they close we poppin' Mo's in the V.I.P.



Head to Hunter's, dressin' sleppin' to watch the QB's ball



On the stage bad bitches doin' the booty-call



Tellin' bitches if you come with my clique you screwin'



(Ay, so what cha'll doin tonight)



Breed tell these hoes what we doin'







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x