Still Ballin Lyrics - Yukmouth

Welcome little boys and girls 

Makaveli... for the luv of Makaveli it's forever... and ever 

Come on... yo 

(Yukmouth) 

Hey yo 'Pac we still ballin 

Dodgin all these haters and task 

wit Lil J up in jag...makin legal papes and cash 

No mo pullin capers in mask...nothin can save you from that 

Tear up yo place wit the slapz and hit ya safe for the snaps 

No longer waitin in back..I'm jus facin the facts 

Cats fakin ya mak...waitin to jack..soon as the day it will past 

Word..turn through new jersey,swerve..on the wrong side of town you serve 

This for my nicca on the third...for my homeboyz yok (khadifi) and 'Pac 

You got 'em jockin 'Pac, I know ya watchin 'Pac 

Like shots at cops I ride on my set 

and I'm bangin Makaveli 5, people think you never really died 

they try to tell me why and say 

Makaveli was that guy who faked his on death 

Come on champ.. would you fake yo' own death 

wit two to the head, ya jus a stank head 

Now bounce like the bankhead, thuggin ain't dead 

It's sacred, we still ballin... 

Chorus: 

Don't cry, dry ya eyes and say 

'Pac we still ballin ballin 

Jus look up in the sky and say 

'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin 

Poor some liqour on the ground and say 

'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin 

to think, if he could see us now 

(Yukmouth) 

Hey 'Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and 'cause 

Vice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugs 

Even the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the club 

Sucka for luv, I introduce bustin dem slugs 

Hustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast cars 

The life of a rap star, floatin in jaguars 

Ball with a rappa,learn how to stack tall 

money longer then Shaq y'all (weeeeesssstttttsiiiiiiidddddeeeeeee) 

I look back y'all, I smoked out wit redman 

Aim an infared at the head of a rapper tryin to make a livin off a dead man 

Descend a dead man, I know the drama is thrillin 

They stole every song you made and owe yo mama sum millons 

We got children pleadin stop wit cha (I can be like 'Pac) 

Raps and rocks wit gats and glocks ya act like 'Pac 

Wit all them songz you stole from D.U. 

If Makaveli was alive, he would've rolled on you fools 

and that's for real 

Chorus: 

dey can bite all they want say 'Pac 

we still ballin ballin ballin 

west side..south side say 'Pac 

we still ballin ballin ballin 

we gonna keep the thuggin alive say 'Pac 

we still ballin ballin ballin 

rap-a-lot mafia life say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

(Yukmouth) 

Young nob, Kastro, Edi and Bo 

signed to rap-a-lot get the cash flow its easy to do 

I know its easy in you 

The homies seen Biggie Smallz jockin yo rap and rhymes 

Watch us all become outlaws 

Doggy Dogg signed to no limit 

It's coo' cause before that doggy dogg was gettin no spinach 

And that's no old gimmick 

You know whut a real thug iz...wit the swears and cusses 

it's like comparin a bentley to a cutlass.. 

you roll old ass buckets, we roll dutchez... 

ya roll wusses and I'm burnin out dodge viper clutches 

you gotta luv it, how we take this thuggin to the next 

20 geez on my wrist, 90 hundred on my neck 

Jubilees and baguettes, spell tattoees on my belly 

'cause we do this for the luv of my nicca Makaveli 

if i die pour sum brew on the ground 

don't boo-hoo and frown 

just like up in the sky and smile for me now (echoin) 

to the day that i die say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

wave ya hands in the sky say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

west side south side say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

east side north side say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

the regime outlawz and yuk 

we still ballin 

rap a lot lil j and face 

we still ballin 

diggity daz and kurupt say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

e 40 fonz and be -leigeezi say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

all my dogz everywhere say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

and all my real ass thugs say 'Pac 

we still ballin 

(Yuk) 

a dedication to the legendary Makaveli 

god bless his soul 

time to ride for my patna on these bitin ass characters in the industry 

ride or die (10x) 

still ballin (20x)