Ballin' Lyrics - Livin' Like Hustlers - Above The Law

Yo, what's happenin' Cold 187? 

Yo man, you know we just laid-back in the studio 

With the homie D.O.C and Dr. Dre 

And we ballin' with the homie Eazy-E 

Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw 

See what he think about 

True, true 

So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level 

We gon' put some mega shit together 

Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin' like this 

This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics 

Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it 

It's time to build, so take this chill pill 

If your cups are empty, go get a refill 

Of whatever, cause ain't nothin' changed but the weather 

KM. G, 187, yo, we got it together 

And in the back, who is that? The men with the mack 

Yo, I had to have the homies 'cause they got the sack 

And on the tables, what? The two be cookin' 

When it comes to rockin', they wrote the book 

And if you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show 

You'll see me, KM.G, Total K-oss and Go 

What? Ballin' while the freaks keep callin' 

Beggin' KM. G to come bump the walls in the house 

But even if she has the spouse 

She starts that fiendin', she gets turned out 

And at our concerts we always do work 

For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks 

'Cause we ballin' 

I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all 

The name of this piece is called, ballin' 

And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players 

See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back 

And when I'm ballin', yo, I gotta be packed 

If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin' 

But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin' 

'Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks 

Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked 

It's the hood, I thought it was understood 

Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin' Robin Good 

We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit 

You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick 

It ain't nothin' homie, you be frontin' 

Rollin' down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin' on laces? 

He look just like a lace head 

Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead 

'Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less 

Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh 

A 500 with a convertible top 

Just like the homie, Amp we like our shit drop 

Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little [Incomprehensible] 

Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her 

And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin' 

The simple fact is that we ballin' 

I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all 

The name of this piece is called, ballin' 

And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players 

And all you ladies out there 

And you know we gotta break it down for who? 

(The whole wide world) 

(The whole wide world) 

Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin' 

I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin' 

Toes tappin', the freaks are jockin' 

All because the way 187 is rockin' 

All you busters on the scene 

I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend 

Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin' 

So sit back and learn, 'cause it's time for some schoolin' and rulin' 

All the busters on the center 

Get off my tip, 'cause I'm about to enter 

This phase that I call the finale 

I made it ride higher while I'm ballin' through Cali 

So listen, I'm finna start dissin' 

All you East side rappers, you had to start pissin' me off 

You're soft, you're finna get tossed 

By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers 

K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers 

You got a beep? We gotta go, 'cause money is callin' 

The simple fact is, yeah, that we ballin' 

And you know, it's like that in 90 

And it's gon' stay like that 

And once again, we have to send it to who? 

(The whole wide world) 

Who's it dedicated to? 

(The whole wide world) 

To who? 

(The whole wide world) 

Dedicated to who? 

(The whole wide world) 

It's dedicated to 

(The whole wide world) 

Sendin' it out to 

(The whole wide world) 

It's dedicated to 

(The whole, world wide)