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Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball) Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball) Ah ha (This is the way we ball) (This is the way we ball) Chorus: And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades We third coast boys but we always gettin paid (This is the way we ball) And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades We third coast boys but we always gettin paid (This is the way we ball) (Verse One) I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king Brand new piece, same byzentine I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin Scream I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny But that's another story, let's get back to the topic Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it If you see it and want it, buy it, own it This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall East coast and West coast, this is how we ball Chorus: (Verse Two) I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24 I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you? Chorus: (Verse Three) I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel Now you see we ball, now you see we rich I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car Chorus: |
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