Baller Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $hort

I ain't gotta say much, $hort 

So you wanna be a baller? 

David Banner, Big Face 

You wanna get paid? 

You gotta keep tryin', just don't give up 

Can't get on your feet 'cause you just won't get up 

You dream about havin' nice things but you don't have a plan 

How you gon' get it, from your Uncle Sam? 

Your welfare check can't buy a house and a Benz 

What'chu wanna be, a mouse or a man? 

You need a hustle, somethin' that'll make some cash 

Don't step on the gas, you're goin' way too fast 

In your new sports car, you're dreamin' again 

Snap out of it, I know you're fiendin' to win 

You need to start from the beginnin', get a paper and pen 

What'chu like to do, what's your favorite thing? 

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There's gotta be somethin' you can do wit'cha life 

Sell things that a whole bunch of people will buy 

Make a lot of profits, make bank deposits 

Wanna live like this, here's a shoe, how's it fit? 

How you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle? 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

Wanna play with they life but won't play with they kids 

They'll ball for these *** but won't invest *** 

Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church is for them pew thighs 

Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of *** 

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But I'd rather save yo' lives 

I'm from a place where they hung black folks 

Where a bird can be whipped from some raw endo 

Now you broke 'cause you smoke and you don't got a job 

Man, get up off yo' a*** and do just like Todd 

Sell yo' *** up out the trunk 

Stop hatin' other ***, you can get what you want 

You can get what you need without makin' others bleed 

I'm the master of the P U S S E 

Oops, I meant Y, others gotta die 

Just to help sorry-*** lames get by 

Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush 

But you're *** in the hood, come get douched 

How you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle? 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

When you finally start makin' some dough 

You gotta work a lot harder, way more than befo' 

It ain't hard to get in but it's hard to stay 

When you start pimpin', it's all night, all day 

Non-stop, gettin' it, then you start kickin' it 

Out with some ***, later on, you'll be stickin' it 

Move forward and continue to do what men do 

Gettin' money 'cause it's in you 

Or maybe bein' a man ain't in you, you *** 

You can sell out your own just so you can get rich 

No soul, no vibe but you sportin' a cross 

Man, the truth is you're tired and your spirit is lost 

I've been baptized in dirt, pull your panties up 

Rather shoot ya in your mind instead of blowin' out your liver 

David Banner, Mississippi, to the day that I die 

You can make it in this world, stand up, *** try 

How you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? 

How you gon' pimp if you got no game? 

How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle? 

Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame 

SONGWRITERS 

RICKEY HARRIS; SONNY SOWLES; TODD SHAW; LAVELL CRUMP