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featuring Marvaless Pizzo Mac Mall JT Tha Bigga Figga Killa Tay
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[Marvaless]
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Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us
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Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin who we're bailin
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Kentucky Texas ATL strikin in a Lexus
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The nigga that wanna test this
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Thought this shit was shut down thought this shit was dead like Makaveli
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Cali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit I'm knowin
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Haters, I know you're bumpin this shit so here's another *?daltz?*
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From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California's most
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[Pizzo]
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We don't need no practice, no theatrics
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bout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it
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Tryin to stack my riches like Bill Gates
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Servin raw and uncut caine so you can't hate
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Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass
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But we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch ass
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Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
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Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope
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Chorus: C-Bo
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We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball
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All the things we dream we wanna see before we call
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So we pack heavy, push Chevy's, makin the 'fetti
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If you're ready to holler at a Professional Baller
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*repeat*
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[Mac Mall]
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Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit
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off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we're hidin
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astronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recop
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Shoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocks
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Big wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monks
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I be flossin in gators, maybe ??? ???
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Tennis shoes, press our shit
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Aliens gank and flew, runnin out to see you
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with the loot
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Interlude: Killa Tay
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Yeah
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West Coast Mafia, bitch
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Everybody else can suck a dick
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[Killa Tay]
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I'm steadily tryin to get my bail on
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tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain't far
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Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me
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The K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locster
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Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics
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Respect game, with or without these gold chains
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We're sure the West got shit sold
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from the rap game to the cocaine, come get some
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Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen
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Payin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja
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no pretendin, we're steady ballin
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Chorus
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[C-Bo]
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From the Valley to the Bay, I'm known for stackin chips
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My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit
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'74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip
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Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don't trip
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Makin moves, pushin luxuries to ol' schools
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I spit the A-1, that's why my pockets weigh a tonne
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And my crew be Mafioso's, high performance and low-lows
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Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe
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[JT Tha Bigga Figga]
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Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin
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We're rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest
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player that you spot, duck or dodge?
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It's all, turn the Impalas all skirty
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Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted
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Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
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with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz
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Ready to bust and make it happen fo' sho', so stack G's
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with them 8-ball gangstas
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and the young mack knees and that's for sheez
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Chorus
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professional ballers
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