[Chorus: x6] Im N Luv Wit Da Balla Life...Lemmie Sho U Whut We Ball Like. [Bridge: x2] Take Ya Blouse Off...(Take It Off, Take It Off) Now Take Ya Drawz
who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance
smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the
down his throat Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, stop that fucker! Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, fucking
why I want this bitch She always dis and Won't let me Showcase my shit This bitch is driving n9na Crazy [hook] You heard of tech He's like the best
think you goin'? Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8 Flipmode Squad baby, that's my word All you sucker MC's, try to hide this stuff, come
rang, that's when it clicks in my brain All the shit's the same, my nigga need a change I had to get off out these streets to get you out your seat Flip
a 9 Don't waste up my time you racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop
barely standin', and plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls
100 (I'm about my paper) we bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs cause we gon get ours (you got to) y'all get yours, stop hatin break away nigga
think you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode squad baby. that's my word. All you sucker mc's, try to hide this stuff. come
and collar-poppin' Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga Undersmell this nigga If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's
fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling
Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed
-eight I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor Flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get
-eight I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get
ballers Shot-shot callers (Shot up the chrome and let's swang) Tigers all up in the wall (Some in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin') (
