Pro Logic - Wanna Ball lyrics

[Hook] Me and my dog, represent like what (rep, rep) Represent like what (like what, like what) Me and my b**h get it in like what We get it in like what, unh (unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...) [Post-Hook] And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball? Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball? Tattoos like Makaveli, the sh** that make you wanna ball And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all [Verse 1] Me and my dogs getting blow b*atch My little brother just got out of parole b*atch My daughter just turned five-years old b*atch And we ain't mopping no mo' floors b*atch None of my brothers work 9-5 Never scared living life, we got nine lives Keep it hood with the Hen, no Mai Tai Smoking on la-la, bumping Big Poppa I mean look at all the sh** we been through Seven people in a four door rental I mean look at what we did with a pencil Beat a statistic of becoming another stencil I mean an outline on that sidewalk Man I'm supposed to be dead and that's real talk [Hook + Post-Hook] [Verse 2] I wonder what you got for a little muhaf**a A real muhf**a, chill muhf**a I guess it's God's will Yet and still, I'm in the field with dollar bills To track sharks with no gills, ready to k** muhf**as And I don't want no part of that The first time I heard kat-kat-kat I almost had a f**ing heart attack Stuttering like that-that-that sh** was crazy Maybe it's time I used the talent that God gave me But I was just local Didn't have a rap name, I was just hopeful Paid for my first studio session with quarters We didn't even have enough money to cut vocals, damn Traded pop cans for dimes Some wanna be doctors, I wanted to rhyme And if following your dreams is a crime, then I'm a crook Guess I'll be in the book, when they get me, in due time [Interlude] Free all my real muthaf**ers! We livin' b**h! f** the police! [Hook + Post-Hook] [Outro] Yeah! Can you believe? Your boy is living the muthaf**ing dream, while they still sleep. Ha, sons-of-b**hes. Alarm clock ain't going off 'til the work days half-way over. f** it! Light five more. And I heard homebody done f**ed every b**h on the block, hahahaha. That muhaf**a crazy. Cleveland (8x)!