Christbearer - Ballin' lyrics

[Christ Bearer] I gotta have it in the mic booth, bad it Meko, The Abbott and Christ flow chromatic We let the session break day Relax while the Pro Tools, wax, CD and tape play Bump it in ya six fo', bump it in ya Jeep The motif brief from chief green leaf thief I just tell 'em how I do it in the rap Plus I'm cubic on the track, put the rubic in the map I come most lucid and off the meat rack I just let the beat freak it then I freak it right back With the, cognac and the eighth and brandy Or the dirt, when I'm hurt from Paramount and Andy Smokin' Lex Luthor in the Landy Throwin' up the N.L., represent the Northside family The I was born off the Lewis and Hill I still crack with Mac and Mill for the truest appeal It's a Long Beach thang, the North is in the yang With torched flame, the Wu-Tang bringin' the pain That ol' hood, four corner, twenty crib, insane Look at how we game ain't a damn thing changed [Chorus: Solomon Childs] When we Ballin', we loved by few Hated by many, respected by all And all is fair in love and war When we Ballin' From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., sh** we Ballin' When we Ballin', we loved by few Hated by many, respected by all And all is fair in love and war When we Ballin' From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., when we Ballin' [Meko the Pharaoh] Yeah, huh, yeah Hennessey and pineapple juice, condoms and chronic I Dutch Master situations 'til they poppin' Smokin' on that tropic, relieves the third optic Floatin' through the city or heavy posted in the projects Where my people got a lot of love And Friday n***as usually throw a party, hit the club Unless they pockets tore up Then we parkin' lot pimpin', drinkin' smokin' a dub And that's just the life on the West Coast Where n***as stay poppin' them bottles, doin' the most (yeah) Pourin' out liquor from my n***as R.I.P While listen to the sound of 'Pac and B.I.G NorthStar's in the place to be (yeah) Shockin' all you funny a** n***as scared to see L.B. is where we put it down consciously Constantly, stompin' fleas [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] I see guys and girls dancin' (yeah) NorthStar, million dollar thong party in the mansion Headin' to Hamptons (uh-huh), Cadillac trucks filled wit ducks But still a thug so the heat'll be tucked (come on) Solomon Childs, at the bottom of the pool in diamonds Big chain swingin', rocks as big as almonds And this is dedicated to the ho's in the front rows Broads in leotards at the k**a Bee shows (word?) And we Ballin', heavyweight Sammy Davis Jr. length Somethin' like a pimp, V.S.O.P. wit the jumbo shrimp And the money'll change who? sh**, I'm still hittin' them ratchets (come on) Got the God's yellin' how I'm a cla**ic (that's right) Broads yellin' how I'm a ba*tard (yeah) Stand back motherf**ers, while the game get mastered (you know?) [Chorus] [Outro: Sugar Bang Bang] Ballin', bangin', hangin' It's a G thang to me, a G thang to me Ballin', bangin', hangin' It's a G thang to me, a G thang to me