featuring Ephriam Galloway & Mississippi
Uh. What ya gonna do?? Do you wanna ball?? Lunasicc come on. What ya
gonna do?? Uh. What ya gonna do?? Luna Lunasicc wha?? What ya gonna
do??
*(Chorus Galloway & Mississippi)* x2
How you gonna talk if you really don't understand why??
that we're out here tryin to ball that we're out here tryin to ball
tell me.
Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)*
Too much,
I think you need to ease on back,
Lunasicc, young G's,
ain't no ten's on that,
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through,
ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes,
jeans an tennis shoes,
the OG, game tight fo real,
I keep it goin boy,
breakin out the skills,
now who got the party poppin??
Drawls droppin??
I'm in a hottie, tryin not to spill a Bacardi,
mobbin like a mad man, surfin a Lex,
got big pimpin goin like my folks Big Pep,
champagne, caviar,
ain't no time fo that,
Esso on my table wit a girl in my lap,
she think I'm gonna pay fo the things she givin,
so I flash my 8-Ball shirt, an keep on dippin,
on the real baby,
I ain't gonna pay fo a thang,
hit the bar,
come back,
leave a dolla in change.
Ya know.
*(Chorus)*
Too much on it- repeat x8 then chorus.
Verse 2 *(Lunasicc)*
AWOLin an ballin,
alcoholic fo sheez,
straight pervin,
I'm swervin in a Coupe on D's,
I'm in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell,
when the smoke clears, I'm gone half way to Vallejo,
playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me
