Lil` Flip The Way We Ball (remix)(feat Lil` Ron Young Redd Lyrics

The Way We Ball (remix)(feat Lil` Ron Young Redd Lyrics

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)

 This ain't the regular version

 You know what (This is the remix y'all)

 Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas

 Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge

 Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball)

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss

 I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South

 (This is the way we ball)

 And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades

 We Third Coast born but we all sections paid

 (This is the way we ball)

 

 [Lil' Flip]

 Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs

 But this time around, H.S.E. got my back

 Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks

 My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)

 Cause I can do that, you know we been balling

 We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling

 My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash

 I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash

 I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags

 With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint

 When she touch my car, and if she

 Give head, she can't puff my 'gar

 But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money

 I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money

 Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain

 And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Lil' Ron]

 I like this grape now, everyday we ball out

 This purple stuff all day, until we all out

 We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's

 And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon

 I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner

 Better remember, chain froze up like it's December

 Get your mind right, we playas of the decade

 We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades

 

 [Young Redd]

 Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold

 We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow

 And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays

 This is, grinding and getting paid

 And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top

 Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart

 This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all

 This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Lil' Flip]

 I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp

 And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd

 Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink

 I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink

 So how you love that, or do you really hate it

 Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes

 I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back

 I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat

 I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk

 We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump

 And if you ever come to my town just holla

 Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas

 

 [Chorus - 2x]