Uh. What ya gonna do?? Do you wanna ball?? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
gonna do?? Uh. What ya gonna do?? Luna-Lunasicc, wha?? What ya gonna
do??
*(Chorus- Galloway & Mississippi)* x2
How you gonna talk if you really don`t understand, why??
that we`re out here tryin to ball, that we`re out here tryin to ball,
tell me.
Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)*
Too much,
I think you need to ease on back,
Lunasicc, young G`s,
ain`t no ten`s on that,
I`m gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through,
ain`t no Versace, juss boss clothes,
jeans an tennis shoes,
the OG, game tight fo real,
I keep it goin boy,
breakin out the skills,
now who got the party poppin??
Drawls droppin??
I`m in a hottie, tryin not to spill a Bacardi,
mobbin like a mad man, surfin a Lex,
got big pimpin goin like my folks Big Pep,
champagne, caviar,
ain`t no time fo that,
Esso on my table wit a girl in my lap,
she think I`m gonna pay fo the things she givin,
so I flash my 8-Ball shirt, an keep on dippin,
on the real baby,
I ain`t gonna pay fo a thang,
hit the bar,
come back,
leave a dolla in change.
Ya know.
*(Chorus)*
Too much on it- repeat x8 then chorus.
Verse 2 *(Lunasicc)*
AWOLin an ballin,
alcoholic fo sheez,
straight pervin,
I`m swervin in a Coupe on D`s,
I`m in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell,
when the smoke clears, I`m gone half way to Vallejo,
playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me,
I`m a thug, an plus she seen the folks on T.V.
ya know the game, it ain`t about Mercedez an Jewels,
it`s the way I pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood,
I`m a real playa never save a thang in life,
who the man?? I claim WESTSIDE fo life,
(that`s right)
a new year,
a new hit fo Sicc,
sumpthin fo them glove hoppers,
the ultimate fix,
so when you see me, it ain`t no need to try an talk bad,
I be mobbin, gettin silly in a `98 Jag,
in the parkin lot, is where the playaz roam,
pop my coller, yo boy tryin to take sumpthin home,
come on.
*(Chorus)*
Verse 3 *(Lunasicc)*
So now that the partys gettin off the hook,
I`m a sprinkle one mo, fo I close the book,
I`m all out fo the loot, an as the world goes `round,
keep a look out fo G`s when I hit yo town,
pound, fo pound,
I break the walls down wit a hit,
no cussin,
don`t even try to trip on this,
I`m the new keep,
meanin I`m the Shis-I-T,
gettin gone in the head like Bob Marley,
now, all the real playaz let me see yo hands,
tell me who`s the man,
clean radio jams,
beat bumpin,
money stackin,
fact not fiction,
give me the zig-zag,
I`ll do the twistin,
Dom Perion, uh-uh,
I`m the bomb,
but I still got a thang fo that hoe Lashon,
feel me,
the life of the rich an famous,
nah,
the life of the evil an shameless,
come on.
*(Chorus)* Until end.
Tryin to balllll!!! Get our mon-eeeeey!!!
