Ying Yang Twins — Ballin Gs

[Chorus: Kaine] G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain [Verse 1: D-Roc] Slide to the side, to the pimps, to the hustlers In the room full of busters Sittin' all off in the place, she be actin' like the mac Breakin' off from the suckers Tell me what's up, do you wanna vibe or ride? We just small the ball, we got a freak number Will I call her? I don't know Act a hoe, gettin' smoke, so I gotta hit the liquor store And my folks, what you hittin' for? Do you got somethin' on this endo? You say you doin' better, but I'm one of the best With the East on my chest, just stayin' possessed Smoke that, choke that, that's what I say Still the [?] on my eye 'cause they kinda red Seen the popos actin' like, sittin' tight, man See I swerve to the curb Smokin' on that herb Sippin' that gin, feelin' tipsy Hopin' that it don't get me 'Cause I know I'll leave you high And I ain't gon' lie, brother, I stay high I'm with my [?] With my folks, tryna leave me They can't see me 'cause I'm a G and we can't be Reunited like that Laid back with my style [?] wild and a broad at the hotel Sippin' [?] then I broke off, doggy style You wanna ball like me but I think you gotta wait a while Now watch me contend you To your neighborhood venue Has it got in? Has it got in? Now tell me what them G's do [Chorus: Kaine] G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain [Verse 2: D-Roc] [?] nigga side, flip through the script Better holla at me 'cause you know me This Inglewood thug from the west side Where all them niggas and hoes be It's go, G, but you can call me D-Roc Big ballin' like it's lethal With the weed and the drank and a fresh pack of pokes You can reach me on my beeper Flip first on the curse, I'm a ballin' G These bitches wanna ride with me But these hoes can't ride for free That's the way it's just gotta be Forget the fleas and the enemies It's Friday, so I'm headin' to the club for the weekend thang Gotta find some brain So I'm makin' moves, gotta keep my cool Never slippin' on the pimpin', that's a major rule Where my thugs at? Where my thug hoes? On the dancefloor throwin' them [?] and Os If you step your toes, [?] That's just the way this thang go so Playa ride with me, are you gettin' in? Nigga comin' out with that thug shit It's the comin' of that nigga clique When the thug hit, she better move, bitch So you never do your thang for the come up, this We been up in this ballin' shit So Boulevard, Inglewood Westside to [?], we ball Comin' up out the, comin' up out the wood, where we flossin' What them Gs do? What them Gs, huh? [Chorus: Kaine] G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain [Verse 3: D-Roc] Sittin' off in the club with a boss on me The full bags of the weed is a must to me So I smoke 'em up, throwin' pokes in the G ride Where the hobos come up Sippin' on [?], Hennessy If you ain't no friend to me Then you must be my enemy But I gotta keep a remedy 'Cause I know all them folks kinda hate me Thinkin' lately, seen a girl ain't takin' it Standin' all that at the bus stop She thinkin' I must stop, be the one to drop Kinda young, nigga throw her a lollipop Now watch me bounce to the hemp But ain't got no dank so I head for the ghetto Love bein' on when they come to get the fat duffle sack Black comin' straight from the meadow Tryna lay the flow with the ballin' Gs Never worried 'bout the fallen leaves Just follow these Lil G and taller G Now come on, playa, can you ball with me? I know you wanna smoke some Just let a nigga know some We can do this [?] Go stimulate your brain Mary Jane keep you sane and maintain And if it rain, I do the same thing That never change [Chorus: Kaine] G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain G's smoke weed and flip them birds Rollin' ain't a [?] all on the curb Head to the club for the weekend thing Hopin' to find a broad that'll give us some brain