| Lyrics: | (*talking*)
Heeeey hooo, this is the way we ball
(this the way we ball), this ain't the
regular version man
This is the remix y'all (the remix), I got my boy E-40
In the house man
(fa shiggidy), you know
We just gon spit a little game, (juts a little bit though)
I had to
change the hook up a little bit (just a little bit)
[Hook - 2x]
This is the way we
ball
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
(tricka-wy-yow), I represent the Dirty
South
And we riding Blaze, Jags and Escalades
I'm Third Coast born, but you know I'm Texas
made
[Lil Flip]
Lil Flip, I'm back on this track
But this time around, E-40 got my
back
You know we popping collars, hitting sixteen switches
And after my show, I'm taking
fifteen pictures
With fourteen chicks, and they all from Mexico
When they saw the Sprewells,
they said let's go
Now we smoking sweets yep, thirteen grams
Now I'm doing donuts, in a
orange Lam
Borghini on Dubs, cruising through the club
Trying to find a chick, who like
fucking with a thug
I've never been a scrub, I always had do'
But now I'm with Sony, so I
got a little mo'
Now we acting bad, when we pulling off the lot
I treat my car like a
stripper, watch me drop the top
I'm doing 85, going down to Sea World
Me, E-40, Hump, Redd
and my homie C-Note
[Hook - 2x]
[E-40]
Chick up on my wrist, mustard and
mayonnaise kicks
Vogue tires, E-40 and the Click
Me and Lil Flip, drinking and we
sip
Dome pliers, trying to get a grip
On this industry, P-I-M-P-ing
Talk slicker, than
the average MC
Players from the track, females on my lap
Dog, this is the way we
ball
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil Flip]
I'm swanging |
