Big Ballah Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Pookie

[mr. pookie] 

Everyday tight flossin', top villian, I'm livin' 

Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women 

Slightly pimpin is tha game that I chose, I keeps it real 

Went to ballin' came wit time, I suppose, you know tha deal 

Bring my drink so I can chill, and pass me my weed 

Big ballin' wit my crooks while I'm bouncin on d's 

I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what? 

O.k. pull up at tha station, I got tha cake in tha trunk 

[juiell] 

We got tha blunts and tha indo 2 

Smokin til my lungs turn blue,come on 

Come on, now playa whatcha wanna do? 

Ballin wit half of my crew, come on 

[mr. pookie] 

Let's throw a party fool, fuck it a barbeque 

Invite tha ballaz, tha pimps, playaz and hustlaz 2 

Got many hoes to chose, so chose em wisely 

And jam tha isleys, how they respond it wont surprise me 

Chorus: juiell (x2) 

Big ballah, tha game shot calla 

Everyday top flosser, you need a pound jus holla 

[mr. lucci] 

Breakin bitches off wit my candy low reclinin' 

Workin wood ville flossin off tha pinky diamond 

Choppin up tha scene when I'm in tha bladed lexus 

Knockin niggaz jaws wit tv's and headrests 

Playin 64's, mobbin on lorenzo's 

Lettin these playaz feel when I crawl on vogue's 

And keep tha baddest hoes, jockin crooked medallion 

5'6 stallion, she black and italian 

I'm blowin all tha cake, I'm sippin all while straight 

I'm travelin to tha pelican state, in new 99 escalade 

I'm makin these boppers hate, cause crooks be breakin rules 

I'm dinin on shrimp and steaks, I'm shinin on lakes and pools 

I'm actin a fuckin fool, bangin my signs slow 

Screwed out hittin hard, in drop top vinyl volvo 

My click jus ball hoe, we crooks ain't gon eva change 

Destructed by mary jane, while fuckin this rappin' game 

Chorus [x2]