Tha Row Hitters - We Ballin' lyrics

[Intro] Cali-forn-ia! (bounce) It's about that time, it's the new Row, and I'm at ya Let the hogs out, these n**gaz is wilding.. [Verse 1 - Eastwood] I gets down with it, smoke a whole pound with it Microphone terrorist it's all on the bounce with it Fo' pound spit it, yeah its heat to your dome Like what you said n***a, if it's on then it's on I'ma smash on sight them n***as who want beef With my Row chain hangin' and swangin' all wide, G n***as know me, the E-A-S-T I rep the west G, cos we the best see Now let me see you walk to it, skip to the left Skip to the right keep, walking all night Sixty fo's hop, bounce roll twist g's And all my n***as keep smoking, roll them trees up [Chorus 2X - Eastwood] To all my n***as see-sawing, we ballin' Tweny inch chrome on the wheels street-crawlin' Heavy in the club smoking dub we ballin' Throwin up tha West on Tha Row shot callin' [Verse 2 - Eastwood & CI] n***a get yo back up off the wall and keep it gangsta Cos creepin' and walkin' across my flo' will get yo back rubbed [CI] And you don't want that, I get caught with one gat That's my playa-hater locater like where the punks at? [E] n***as got em' all like, steppin' through the club in them gator shoes Whinies, f** you, f** you! [CI] We get rid of y'all Crooked I's with it all, did it all, spit it all, paper we can get it all [Chorus #2 2X - Eastwood] C'mon Hop, roll skate twist bounce Get out of them phillies and blaze an ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3 - Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than me I call a dumb n***a the lil holme's even though they older than me Cos mentally I'm twice my age, my mind contains Priceless game, wisdom for weeks, advice for days The nights the braids the lights the stage the nine the gauge The knife the blade the live grenades the heists the raids This gangsta life we made, the price we pay Give us paper, we might behave, you know? You try to invade, inside of a grave you go! In spite of the ways, this rider remains to grow +Uh Oh+ n***a one rifle blastin That'll make you spinnin around like a young Michael Jackson The LBC and me, gangsta walk when we up in the party You gangstaz talk sh** and your body catches three The C-R double O K-E-D, motherf**er [Chorus] [Outro] Westcoast... We ballin', shot-callin' Crooked I and that young n***a Eastwood Representing the new Westcoast, you know? Weenies, dig that! All in yo mouth with it