Love 2 Ball Lyrics - The Naked Soul Of Sweet Jones - Pimp C

[Chorus: Pimp C] 

Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) 

Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) 

Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball) 

Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (we sure love to ball) 

[Verse 1: Pimp C] 

I like smokin out and "Pourin' Up" 

I'm breakin car lots, two hundred thousand dollars, I'm showin up 

The street life get my watches glowin up 

New Motorola smartphone, steady blowin up 

I remember doin bad 

Always knew I would get it, it didn't make me sad 

'Cause I was a beast with it 

I keep my khakis with a crease in it (crease in it) 

Sharp as a knife 

I crawled back in the day but bitch now I'm ballin tonight (ballin 

Tonight) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire] 

I got a call on my celly, while I was jammin some Screw (woo) 

And it was that P-I-M-P, mayne what's up with you? 

Slab was sittin outside and he had bought 'em in twos 

I painted one candy red and I painted one candy blue 

And you, know all the women, want to conversate for a few 

'Cause my jewelry sick like hachoo and my necklace still got the flu 

She said her name was a Nakia but I had to nickname ya boo 

I had to nickname her chlorine 'cause your chick stay wet as a pool 

It's true, boys want a verse from me but they couldn't afford me 

Be talkin so much game that a Pimp gon' wish to record me (for real) 

Been a H-Town baller, I'm talkin swishin like Horry 

Ain't nobody gettin my glory, ain't nobody "Trippin" like Cory 

Mo, already know that I keep a room in my vault 

I signed a check to myself, so I guess that makes me my boss 

Therealestever.com and I ain't gonna sign off 

It ain't no stoppin our ballin like we ran out of timeouts (hold up...) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Pimp C] 

Uh, summertime niggaz (niggaz), Phantom ain't the answer 

Fly, I can't enjoy it, I think my daddy's got cancer (huh) 

Pistol in my lap, I'm rocked up like Miss Chancer (starter) 

Fist turn a trick a five like Jo Jo dancer 

Old nigga doin boy, hit a house one knot (knot) 

Years seventy, eighty, stole all our Christmas lot (bitch) 

My whole life I was exposed to the fast lane 

Runnin through my blood, seventy-five thousand for the chain (chain) 

Fifty thousand for the watch piece 

But I'll take it off bitch to squabble with ya in the streets 

I'm Dr. Dre of the South, ya better watch your mouth 

Michael Jordan, underdog, see ya at the Playa's Ball (bitch...) 

[Chorus] 

[Break: Pimp C - w/ ad libs] 

Say baby, turn yourself around, so I can love you good 

Hey baby, girl you so sweet 

Good time, go on and sign my meat (sign my meat) 

[Chorus]