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[Featuring Killa Tay JT Tha Bigga Figga]
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We dump slugs and fuck thugs for their drugs
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When push come to shove ain't no motherfuckin love
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Bow down we just hit the town
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But we brung shit like Hitler bail em with a Sigma
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Switch with the first shot gotta check the spot
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Burnin rubber out the parkin lot pointin out the window
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Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga C Bo
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Bitches all in my business cos they think I move kilo's
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I, call my people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide
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distribution
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Now I'm posted up in Houston
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Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo
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Niggas set trip, a solo weapon is essen(tial)
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Keep the pepper spray on my car keys, only fuck with hard Gz
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Still get my ball on like Clark
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Nothin but the California hoggin me
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Touchin triggers, real niggas, straight doggin freaks
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Chorus:
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Can we all ball?
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Can we all ball?
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Can we all ball?
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We take the occupation when movin, my hustle never stop
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Check what? Some babies camera's peep the blocks, stash the Glocks
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Posi's squashed, ship ki's and here there's thousand dollar bidders
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Rim hats with feathers, more money than Perry Ellis
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Never known behind ???, talkin "let my nuts hang"
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Trade ya the .4-5 and the Tek 9 for a drop Mustang
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A long line of killers, drug dealers with stripes
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Just schoolin, you're rollin pontentially, could take your advice
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We count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
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Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
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Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
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In a convertible Benz, fearin hunted, on twins
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They call me Bo-Loc, and fo' sho' I smoke the dodo
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and flip the '97 Sport to shake the po-po
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High rollers count, tall dollars will never fall
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In this shit for the cash nigga, enter, forever ball
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Chorus
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We are surprised in this rap game
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Straight gangsta shit makes the world go round, I'm nuttin nice
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On a dice, bets are more wet and crush ice
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X-O, stretch Rolls, Bza's and Lexo's
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And fuck the best hoes, and never slippin like Magic Johnson
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Keeps my cock down, increase my hatto, from Sac to Compton
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Rolex down, fools shot up, solid ice
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The gin in the cask was still followed by the vice
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In the S-Class, we does it on the gas
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On my cell, Bo poppin my collar, all about my cash
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How many diggers can you scat? Now picture that
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without the feds on your back, homey, and that's a fact
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We attack with Mac 1-12's to protect my sack
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I pick up my pack, tellin the order "handle that"
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It ain't no room for you busters cos we knuckle ya downfall
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Player haters, fuck y'all, let these ballers all ball
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Chorus:
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Can we all ball?
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Can we all ball?
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Can we all ball?
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Can we all ball?
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Tell me, can we ball?
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can we all ball
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c bo |