G'z N' Ballaz Lyrics by H.S.E.

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(feat. E.S.G.) Hustlaz Stackin' Endz Hus-Hustlaz Stackin' Endz Hus-Hustlaz Stackin' Endz [Hook x2] G's and baller, ballers and g's Real playas crawl low, and keep they rides on three's [Redd] Ballers and g's, hustlers stackin' ends Thinking bout riding in the Benz, and still chilling with my friends Talking bout stack after stack, going dollar for dolla I'm the type of playa, that make these yellas scream and holla Cause I gots to stack paper, crawl low like a gator Never will be plex, I won't settle for less Gotta ball like a g, man they can't see me And I'm with H.S.E., and we stacking E-N-D's Rolling three's, flipping like laid Staying playa made, chopping on blades I gotta stay for real, diamonds in my grill I'm a big baller, with my mind on a mill, mill [Hook x2] [AP] Put a horse on my chest, screens in my headrest Flossing in my S-S, like skipper on the minnow T.V. station on Jay Leno, as I freak this flowing bimbo Wearing Fassachi on my face, protecting my eyes from the sun Just like the bulletproof, protecting my body from the gun Flipping behind tents, so them haters can't see A H-Town g, playing Sega c.d. H.S.E. I'm AP, and so true to the game [Chorus x2] [Lil Flip] I'm gripping grain when I swang, I rattle when I bang A T.V. VCR in my car, like Bruce Wayne Ain't a damn thang changed, we on a mission Ain't no competition, for my stretched Expedition I'm the trophy truck slabber, cell phone grabber Throwing up the deuce, sipping juice while I travel Southside man, watching Major Pain Ten gold shine, like a wet candy cain I'm rolling when I chop, I'm dancing when I hop Sitting sideways, watch the trunk go pop If it's still wrecking, pimping by the second Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter or Teken Get the crowd rowdy, Southside is cloudy 20 inch blaze on the 9-7 Audi Still standing taller, break a trick scholar H.S.E. click, graduated as some ballers [Hook x2] [E.S.G.] At 17 I had dreams, of being a pimp in the Lac I was sitting on four flats, with a dent in the back Now one-time hate me, cause I'm the hardest to plex 1-9-8-3, L dog for it I'm ready to clone, come down dancing I'ma shine See the change, and all the people in my grill, I gots to get my scrill Now that won't take long, for this natural born hustler Got me new braids, shoes, paid my dues and got to mark it Top to bottom wood grain, got me looking like a dresser When it's smoking for my a.c., got a brand new compressor Beat up for the dash and seats, stashing sweets in my pop's spot Can't no bustas slide, in the bump with my drop top We bail to the detail, to give that ass a shine Gripping screens, four 15's in my drop top blast a rhyme Got my nine on my armrest, best you jackers chill Bubble headlights, watch the red light, they known to get you killed What's the deal [talking]

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