Ying Yang Twins - Ballin' G's lyrics

Chorus: (d-roc) be ballin g's we get buck all ballin g's just get crunk b**hes let me see you ride that dick n***a you got ice than rock that sh** real n***as they dont hide they sh** we live and die for n***as we ride wit f**k tha fame you can have that sh** imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b**h Verse 1: (kaine) I been many places n***as pimpin an n***as playin n***as hustlin n***as lyin an n***as prayin for that allmighty I ride them twenty inch yokohamas in this game n***a I broke ya momma smokin some-a that tropical potent thunder slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber chancin of u seein this n***a, Stevie Wonder the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number (d-roc) one of the realest n***as you looked at trick imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b**h soft a** n***as dont bust like this eightball f**k up all yall when I spit blows like snows in Ohio thats thick catch this come up short like bushwick trick we be known at the slap ridas click we dont chase hoes an hate n***as that ride dick (Chorus) Verse 2: (kaine) give me the mic an ill give you songs when the beats bumpin give you something for yo streo an benz-o chockin the f**k off endo then go splurgin off something in some over sized excursins livin with a b**h you do nothin but blow herbs when we tally hoe daddy go thats when my n***as say boom boom crack boom boom thats what the trigger say (d-roc) what I deliever make you civil like you was??? break the skeleton outta mothaf**kas who sellin them shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first physically hurtin me but n***a the stress hurts I got a red shirt spreadin over this bullsh** sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this firearm how come you think??? with my pistol and think I got no k**in utensils (kaine) pistol play playin wit me a get ya kidnapped evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap post up an im gone bleed yo block make it hot til it burn like a n***a sellin rocks dd or one d n***a what the f**k my room of 45's got my back in the cuts ??? join the club I bust all day just as long as a mothaf**ka pay me what I weight hate in my bloodstream smoked out dreams shoot raps through my vein like a n***a was a fiend I told yall n***as we was hard from the start keep enough sh** yo blow ya block apart just to say I did that you know who did that that n***a everybody know he in the fat pack moet if it was fly n***a I said it you might regret it if you wet it and you need a medic (Chorus) (d-roc and kaine talkin)