I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC
(Yungstar) I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on my Impala, Don Paula on my rottweiller I-10 hauler, Twin Benz's is gonna follower Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncin' off the road, Straight Profit sold'em, I fitna' explode'em Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form Chain with the charm, can't forget Moet along I'm hopping out, I'm lookin good, diamonds against my wood Let it be understood, Southwest is my hood I'm pushing big body can't stop me For the millenium Straight Profit sells a million copies I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto' In a Y double O and my a.c. blowin' snow I'ma let me grass gleam, man I'm lookin clean Want remote control, big screens, and ice bezeltynes
Hook:
I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC
(Slikk Breeze) I'ma Lafayette hauler I been a shot caller My Georgia Perion, better known as the hogger These boys talking down on these streets of H-Town Blowing killer smoke by the pine Hit em up, spit em up I-10 connect Laf. Texas, Straight Profit, putting boys on they back How you feel about that You better grab for your gat When you walking through yo crib I'm beatin yo girl from the back So body rock, body rock, body rock to dis Haters standing in my way they got Laf. Tex pissed Wooday, chop chop keep my hand on my glock Candy Red on my Benz time to put back the top I'ma crawl down slow puffing on the Optimo I'ma come down real on my tippy tippy toe Down the high way, the fly way I'ma come down cuz you know it's my way, my way
Hook:
I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC
(Yungstar) I done got better, now let me move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, all the way to the millenium They used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older -- my Bentley got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Dre in Alabama, virtual reality Caravan Double doors and marble floors naked hoes around me Everytime I'm comin down, These niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond grill we in the wind Blaze in the Ben and I can't forget the den The boo went down to Rueben's I'm watchin on a movie Drop da top its cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot My last name Lemmon Drive with my title off the lot, David Taylor
Hook:
I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC
(*talking*) Ha ha, 2000 and 1 Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don Getting off my chest, know I'm saying Cut these all the way off people, feel me Yeah, this how it go, fa sho
(Z-Ro) Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God One time, gotta keep it real Got gold and diamonds in my grill I'm for real, doing it like a song Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck About the law, nigga fuck the FED I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head Family getting fed, me and my wife wed I'ma come down, I'm a Southiside vet
(Hook: Bettye Sterling) Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside
(Z-Ro) Like a drama bull, plus I got pull When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool Popping handle bars, popping a X I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game Said it one time, now everybody know my name Hollin' Ro, do another show Wanted me to swang down, on another 4 Charge twenty grand, for a show Plus, I want half of the do' In this rap game, to get all the do' I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though
(Hook: Bettye Sterling)
(Z-Ro) Hold up, cause we balling See us coming down looking good, and we crawling Ain't falling, I ain't stalling Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine All in they face, like a motherfucking moon A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton Sitting in the microphone booth, going off Working with the hard, working with the soft In the motherfucking game, stacking my change I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn On my motherfucking block, it go down I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying
