Ballin'

C.M.G., Rally Boys

We black by popular demand, ha-ha

That's right, the young Don

Kottonmouth, Jizno come on that's right

Get your ball on, get your ball on

Ball...ball...balling

Where the pimps and playas mayn, that stay dubbed out

Commission rich click, we balling and thugged out

Everytime you see us, you know the love out

Platinum in the ghetto, we moving the scrubs out

Hit your block acting bad, don't play

Flossing and looking good, everyday all day

The young Don, wanted money went and got it

Now I'm on the mic, rapping and talking bout it

With Jam Down, off top it's whatever

You won't see me, unless it's chrome and leather

A certified, B-A double L-A

A ghetto superstar, before the Y2K

Been stunning since day one, if you know what I mean

Switch up to BET, I'm in front of your screen

My dog 8 Ball, get money don't stop

Keep they head turning with the ice I rock, and I'm balling

Now we gon' rise to the top, like scutter and bubble up

And every time we drop, playa we double up

Kottonmouth polished up, and then I'm gloss

Crawl before I walk, then I'm gon' floss

Sipping on two heavy pints, of the 'noid

Coming out the showroom flo', we Rally Boys

Play makers game breakers, mayn we just some MVP's

Most valuable players, Rally and C.M.G.

From the I-4-5, we flip

The first niggaz that hit your block, in a spaceship

I'm with the Rally Boys, C.M.G. is what I claim

T-E-X-A-S, where we lay down the game

This is Southside, and we got chips on that

And put a fresh set of dubs, on that brand new Lac

We bring pain mayn, when we riding swangs

It's so much rocks on the piece, it's a hell of a shame what

Rally and C.M.G., I-45 connect

Drop the track pass the mic, and bet that damn fools wreck

No disrespect, we simply on a mission for mills

To keep the crush up in our cup, and grip the wood grain wheels

(now how it feel), to hit them gates and houses on hills

(now how it feel), to roll them bubble eyes on stainless steel

I keep it real, and now-a-days I sho' feel good

Worldwide affiliated, and I still ball in my hood and I'm balling

Stay strapped and fully loaded, in this balling game

Let your top down slow, cause it's a beautiful thang

No doubt I'm showing out, every chance I get

Start a fire up on the streets, with these raps I spit

I be flossing and flipping and tipping, and coming down

The youngest the thoedest the coldest, from H-Town

Nothing but coupes and dubs, when I'm up in the pad

And you speak on what you got, playa not what ya had

I tell you now, ain't nothing like the real thing baby

Rovers and Escalades, Lexus plus Mercedes

I floss that I bought that, I do what I please

And I get my grind on, cause I love this cheese

We be balling down South, for real and that's a fact

Rolling dubs and clubs, platinum and all that

I'm Lil' Keke the Don, and I got nothing but love

But you get your toss on, 'fore they call you a scrub and we balling