Boss Ballin'

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Hear ye, hear ye.

Welcome. Ballers, timers, tycoons. Yes.

This is the Player's Anthem, ya dig?

You know, ballin' in the Bay.

San Jose, East Palo Alto, you know? The O, Frisco, Richmond. Playo, ya dig? Ayo.

-You can catch Yukmouth -Boss ballin' in the Bay

Nigga, I'm the greatest of all time, it's like Cassius Clay Get gassed with a mask and K, then blast away Two thousand Jag got the past stashed away Navigation, twentieth smash on the dash to say Don't play with Yucky, got cash, that's who I ask today He's so legit, oh, we probably find his bags today Then pass the K to flip a Benz if he crash today Yucky and Hindu, Mosely and Big June Know we continue to fuck the game, don't let it pimp you 'Cause we gon' ride big bodies and eat them shrimp too Hit every venue in Cancun, goin' off big screws Pop ecstasy , ride jet skis Ex-piece , ice out the Rolexes Ice out the neck with a platinum dragon piece The first nigga on the West Coast with platinum teeth Thug Lord -Boss ballin' in the Bay -Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, then get out the way Now gangstas say

Boss ballin' in the Bay Boss ballin' in the Bay

Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, -then get out the way Now gangstas say -Boss ballin' in the Bay

Hen Dogg went from the dirty to the Bay In the '55 C-L, it's platinum gray Time to stack chips and dip and flip like a bag of Lays Can't get enough of this ballin' shit, I'm stuck in my ways Diamonds glistenin' so hotly, settin' your eyes to blaze Peep out the game off the Cartiers with a platinum glaze Got baller mode up in some shade and it's startin' to phase A Thug Lord, drug lord, sharply missin' the rave Stay intact and precise in the game Four-four-six Range, moonroof with a hole in the brain Knowin' my name, oh yes, it's like the flow in the rain The mic's the gas, now guess I'm the fire fuelin' the flame Yeah, guzzle Hennessy, sip Dom P

Especially when your chassis look more sexy Now bet me, the Five-O's'll never catch me I took my game to shine in the West Coast while the best be -Boss ballin' in the Bay -Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, then get out the way Now gangstas say

Boss ballin' in the Bay Boss ballin' in the Bay

Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, -then get out the way Now gangstas say -Boss ballin' in the Bay

Hen Dogg, big dough daddy like Tricks Slicker than Rick, wonderin' how I could get it like this And now Giorgio Armani email me, try to sponsor my fits In Mexico off tequila and tits, a yard full of bitches Off the chronic, get me airborne like an express Blowin' kush with Yuk bangin' Five on the intellects Fat checks so I can mop millennium jets High-speed, slow rollers while I'm bangin' the vet

Slangin' the tech, oh, quick to put the four to your neck Guess what?

Every fit I got is matchin' my vest I'm from the Ville, but oh yes, I came to the Bay

Player's holiday every day 'cause it rain game all day And when it's smoke, I got folks, so I call on mine Like the Internet, I'm in the game and I'ma stay online Get paid on time, never late 'cause we all on time P-Funk's a regime, player, -we gon' ball on time -Boss ballin' in the Bay

Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, -then get out the way Now gangstas say -Boss ballin' in the Bay Boss ballin' in -the Bay -Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, then get out the way Now gangstas say

Boss ballin' in the Bay Boss ballin' in the Bay

Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, -then get out the way Now gangstas say -Boss ballin' in the Bay Boss ballin' in -the Bay -Strap a cheddar with her eyes always set on the pay And if it ain't about no pay, then get out the way Now gangstas say

Boss ballin' in the Bay