Ball Like Dat lyrics

Artist  : Ghetto E 
Song : Ball Like Dat



 Send "Ball Like Dat" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ MC Breed, Shoestring







[MC Breed]



Ghetto E {*echo*



Uh, Big Breed



Flashin', flashin'



I been flashin', flashin'



Flashin', flashin'



Come on







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x



Smokin' ounces of the good weed, we ball like
dat



Hoes just love to page me, they call like dat



Drinkin' nothin' but the Henny nigga, y'all like
dat



Don't fuck with one of us cause see, we all like
dat







[MC Breed]



Why I oughta! (Don't do it dawg)



Fuck it, I'ma go there



Evidence of my residence is nowhere



I'll look for the address (what) I ain't
impressed



I'll address you like "Bring somethin with
you"



And "May the Lord bless you"



For real though, skills grow outta control



Forty beat him by the big bop four they done
fold



Leave the bank account (why) but the safe work
cool



And outta Flint and act the fool



I put it down for the record so you can sweat me
if you wanna



Smell of the aroma, marijuana, uh, dig it



With the hammer cocked knowin' ya fuck



While to hit the block, pushin' rocks



With niggas I don't know and they might be
cops



Aww fuck it, my kids gotta eat



Tonight, tommarow night, all next week, feel
me



To wanna stop me is to kill me, I'm hoppin'



If they probably send the best feds to drill me,
motherfuckers



Cause I'm clean when they see me on the streets
nowadays (why)



Cause nowadays niggas are warned and chains



That nigga gone blow, I seen him at the sto'



Tellin' them motherfuckers to get down on the
flo'



You know how this shit go, before we hit the
do'



{*gun clicks* just so end up by the .44



Drama, and that's just why your mama can't stand
me



I go to Ghetto Theater's to get my Ghetto
Grammy







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x







[Shoestring]



Motherfucker, you be lyin' put you on a
strecher



When them thugs test that ass, bitch they
couldn't catch ya



You was runnin' for your life, prudent and prime
gurdle



Even seen it on the news, you didn't miss a
hurdle



You've been scooped by a grouch, you got busted
balls



And that mess you used to have, now it's pussy
walls



So save that killin' shit you talkin' for them
outta states



Cause in my city and yo' city, bitch you known to
break



So who the fuck you think you foolin' you's a
small baller



Shoestring and Ghetto E the fuckin' shot
callers



Niggas dacin' in this shit like dope fiends



If you beef, or have some killers on your fuckin'
team



Cause if you don't motherfucker then you ass
out



You let 'em get you for your goods and your glass
house



But you rap about you bustin' niggas in they
chest



And rollin' niggas up like onions or buddha
zest



You big ballin' like a motherfucker let you tell
it



It's a pussy in this bitch and a nigga smell
it



You wanna fuck me, motherfuckin' nigga catch
these knuckles



You played out like the motherfuckin' hang
buckles



Shoestring loose in this motherfucker bring the
drama



Got no love for your ass nigga, fuck your mama



So when you see me put your back up against the
wall



My name is Shoestring bitch, I'm known to ball



Big ball, is what I do!







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x







[Ghetto E]



{*yawn*



I woke up, pissed some herb, jumped in the
shower



Told my niggas to come and scoop me in an hour



It's summertime, eighty-seven degrees



In the candy coated Cutlass on gold-D's



Hit the switches, saw some bitches in short
skirts



Spillin' Remi, fuckin' up the Nautica shirts



But the Planet Rock Sony system was poundin'



Throwin' gang signs, mean muggin' niggas and
clownin'



Smokin' Killa, my nigga Breed broke out the
stash



It's a party at the beach that we 'bout to
crash



Mad bitches at the beach, I felt like I'm
dreamin'



Sun-rays hit my diamonds and got 'em gleamin'



Volleyball in the sand but we ain't playin'



Only came to eat and drink, cause that's how we
layin'



Five o'clock beach closed, now we just lerkin'



No more Remi so we started erkin' and jerkin'



Still early, eleven-thirty, time to hit the
club



Club jumpin', DJ bumpin' that "I Don't Want
No Scrubs"



It's delicious, gettin' kisses from every ho I
see



'Til they close we poppin' Mo's in the V.I.P.



Head to Hunter's, dressin' sleppin' to watch the
QB's ball



On the stage bad bitches doin' the booty-call



Tellin' bitches if you come with my clique you
screwin'



(Ay, so what cha'll doin tonight)



Breed tell these hoes what we doin'







[Hook - MC Breed] 2x