Can We All Ball lyrics

Artist  : C Bo 
Song : Can We All Ball



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