(*talking*)
Young Chris, worldwide
What we doing Ro
[Hook: Z-Ro]
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We`ll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper till we die
U-Hauling, with them chickens that don`t fly
[Young Chris]
Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo
The Lex the four do`, Perellis the low crow
If you on nineteens, you need mo` and that`s for real
Diamond in the back, bumper kits and fifth wheel
When I flip it`s a thrill, I give eye by sheers
Watching out for my paint, cause five coats gon spill
I sprayed wetter than wetter, from South Coast up to San McGregor
4`s poking trunk open, showing chinese leathers
From a friend to a pen, standing next to Lick Land
I be damned if I`m slipping, I got that hot shit in my hand
Jealous fellas gon knock us, certified show stoppers
And most boppers they gon bop us, when we pull up on choppas
I`m screened up tinted mayn, watch me slide fo` lanes
And I`ma swing and swang, and let the back end hang
And I still like a tame, young playas we doing thangs
Just like Z-Ro saying, nigga balling mayn
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Z-Ro]
When I ball, it be like twenty G`s up in my pocket
When I ball anything I want, I`m able to cop it
Cause when I ball it`s to the point, to where they think that we broke
But I still be popping up on the scene, on a new set of spokes
Cause I`m a real ass nigga, in the field ass nigga
Eagle talons and hollows, up in my steel ass nigga
S.U.C. for life I love it, wouldn`t trade it for nothing
Creeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttons
Gucci from head to toe, I`m looking sharp enough to cut ya
Gangsta strutting on hatas, cause ain`t no love for bustas
Roll with us or get rolled over, we gon show you how it go
Young Chris done hooked up with the partna, from Ridgemont 4
And it`s gravy that`s how we ball, on cutters that`s how we crawl
And never ever ever ever, that`s how we fall
Check my track record baby, I`ve been balling a while
Diamonds all on my pinky and neck, all in my smile
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Young Chris]
When I ball if you don`t like me, it`s fa sho you gon knock it
And when the diamonds get to shining, shit I know you gon want it
Z-Ro and Young Chris, we ain`t balling baby
Check the track record nigga, we been balling lately
Coming down on a daily baby, thought we was broke
Followed behind that Z-Ro, and bo`poking on spokes
Now you can still knock us, dick riders they still jock us
Ain`t a damn thang changed, switching lanes on choppas
We dub riders, your ordinary Southsiders
We balling for real, Southsive and that`s for live
Today is the day we ball, the next time balling out of control
Crawling 4`s up on the scene, valet falling up out the do`
Driving reckless through Texas, I shine from my wrist and necklace
It`s Chris the youngest one, I`m well protected
We be balling daily, never falling baby
Check the incoming calls, boppers calling baby
[Hook: Z-Ro]
