(feat. Noke D)

[talking]

Off the heezy baby, knowI'mtalkingbout
We gone do this thang till a ^!$$% six feet deep
Baby, we gone ball till we die on Wreckshop

And all these soldiers, knowI'mtalkingbout
KnowI'msaying, Screwed Up Click
Laff. Tex, everybody baby you knowI'msaying

Partner Big Shots, check it out, check it out

[E.S.G.]

Now I know by the year 1999, I'm gone shine
The bumping kid gone recline
Cause I'ma grind all the way to the summer

Then I'ma backdo' with the low Pro Yokohama's
And uh, bout to ball, I'ma let the screens fall
Then stuff the turkey full of sticky green for all y'all

And by this winter, this big money spender
I mean a G gone be this sold a ki to Marvin Siller
See ^!$$%s I get in it, I'm suppose to killa

I'm a soldier that the feds can't get close to ^!$$%
Bout it Bout it like ? that's for love to forgive you
Wreckshop roll with choppers and (*##$ I kill you

Just for $#&@ing with scrilla that's suppose to be in my bank account
$#&@ a 3 for 10 cause once again we blowing dank by the ounce
Cause it's money over here, I match what you spend

We balling once again saw the benz with blue lens

[Chorus]

I don't see no reason why
Me and my g's we can't ball till we die
Sipping hennessy, and blowing big smoke

Yeah, I bull%#@! the definition of balling with you white folks
I don't see no reason why
Me and my g's we can't ball till we die

Now you can be a gangsta, pimp, playa, mac or a thug
Want all the ballas in the club toss it up what's up


[Noke D]
To be a G in New Orleans way down to H-Town
I 10 connect, reelect respect with the sound

Platinum bound, ^!$$%s making money forever
Surround sound, rolling Navigators with leather
Whoever, want to test this, we can wreck %#@!

Cause the %#@! don't stop we wreck shop, down in Texas
I bet this is the best %#@! you ever heard
From the third, ^!$$%s making money with words

Your vision's blurred, we drop bombs on al-bums
Got em body rocking and shocking down at Vietnam
We weather the storm, so bring the rain, sleet or snow

Ask your hoe, she know, how we go and we know
D baby, I'm still throwed in the game
Putting kicks, snares and bass lines to make bang

We living these ghetto dreams so I'm flashing my diamond rings
My high beams to the sky, it's E.S.G. and I


[Chorus]

[E.S.G.]

Twenty five lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Twenty five birds in my compressor, bet you
Feds won't find the damn onion

Cause I ain't tell a soul that I was coming
In a state of running back and fourth, can't take no shorts
Cause ^!$$%s I $#&@ with, got game like E.A. sports

Yes son we in the Source, boy my grill shining
Bustas best to plex Wreckshop is still climbing
If you want it in this game, you got to get it, get it

And once you get a mill ticket ^!$$%s will kick it
Plus hoe ^!$$%s do hoe thangs
But I'm a throwed ^!$$% doing throwed thangs

So please mama may I, grow up to be a playa
It's hard trying to escape uh, these mother$#&@ing hatas
I guess you see the platinum rollie and the Wreckshop piece

You boys can't hold me down it's my fourth release

[Chorus x2]

[talking]

Uh, man hold up, what's up D-Reck
What's up Noke D baby, you know it's going down
Baby, god damn right it's going down
It ain't no secret, it's already known
Wreckshop baby, L to the throne huh

Diamonds gone be shown uh
Bank account full grown
Gone ball till we gone man what
Catch up with P-A-T
Start it all over again, uh man, feel that