Still Ballin

Straight motherfuckin' ballin'

Part two, still ballin'

Kurupt up in this motherfucker

Westside!

Now ever since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin

Ridin' on these niggas 'cause they lame

In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?

Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga

Up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up, Westside

Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas

I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at right?

Passed by while these niggas wonder why

I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try

Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tears shed

For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead, nigga

Still ballin, till the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin', niggas wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin'

This for all y'all motherfuckers

They done did it, let the dogg out the cage

I'm pumped dump with the gauge

I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball

Precise, keep my game tight, or for sure I fall

I'm the invincible, and since the top principal's loot

Like the Heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?

I get stitches, play the game of BB Britches

When I was young, dreamin' 'bout money, fame, and bitches

I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash in masses

Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules time and space

And in this realm of thoughts

Where all the fucking murders take place

And I'm in it to win it; I'm out to get paid

Got all these bitches on my dick from all the money I made

It's a trade I've acquired, growing up inspired

Naturally, I don't give a fuck, a murderer for hire

Still ballin'!

Still ballin, till the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin', niggas wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin'

Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head

Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to Raid

Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their graves, watch

Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound

'Cause Kurupt don't give a fuck, where you coward niggas now, blast

Keep pumpin', ain't worried 'bout nuttin'

Busters thought we was frontin', so reload and keep dumpin'

I feel heat, everywhere niggas see me up in the streets

I don't tweak, keep a straight. 38 under the seat

Mash, mission mode, my thoughts are cold

Plots and plans for scams, money bags of gold

Roll and collide, homicide vibes inside

Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride

Ever since we hit the Row

We got stationed, with no hesitation

Make moves, nigga, Mr. Too Smooth, the elaborate

You're slow like motion, focus on the money that's made

And sip on this poisonous potion

Glamour get you got, too much heat, too hot

Get shanked, get shot indulging in this poisonous plot

Fame and fortune, fortune from game

Weed and zags, illicit amounts of cash

Jags, it's all the same, ain't shit ever gon' change

As long as there's money to exchange, nigga