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"We Ball" is a track by DOM KENNEDY, from the album The Yellow Album, released 21st June 2012. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Dom Kennedy] We ball, we drink Fuck hoes, rock mink New watch, gold links She going down, no teeth [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] LA, that's me, you wanna meet somebody, ask me You wanna see somebody, ask me Ay, I tell her let's get in the back seat Yo crew, last week, my niggas, mad deep My bitch, bad piece, yo bitch got bad feet I pray to God, I never flop, I get a loft, a better spot Another Rollie, a better watch, I get a plane, and then a yacht And my haters, let 'em watch, line 'em up, give 'em shots Don't save 'em, just let 'em drop They said I'd never make it to the top But we ball, take shots, I won another, it don't stop Ya big mouth, a big Glock, I love you all, fuck the cops [Bridge: Dom Kennedy] We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot We ball, bust a shot [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Okay, I'm riding through Leimert, my tires in reverse I'm lost but I know this foreign navigation works I made a right on King, I seen a couple skirts I said "bitch get in but dust them sandals off first" Okay, I'm doing 105 on 105 Witnesses had said they seen a ball of fire Bitch I'm tryna president at Jive while you talking jive All these presidents, won't be surprised if one came alive I only fuck with playas and pimps nigga You a created player like Sims nigga My cup be filled up to the brim nigga Yo bitch fixing her make-up in my rims nigga You just target practice Everybody say they seen it but nobody know what happened What happened yesterday baby girl fix your mood Cause I don't like my head with some attitude And I don't like your legs 'less they at the roof Pedicure toward the ceiling, mollys in the cabinet too Pop, pop, pop, popping pussy rather casual Section 80 paid me ho so this is what I had to do Ball, I ball, iPhone, million dollar missed calls I hit the bank, withdrawals I make her plank, with no drawers Mothafucka, I ball [Outro: Ric Flair] But the bottom line is [Interruptions] I’m talking right now, and let me tell ya something If you like talking to me on this show You’ll let me talk when I'm out here [*Attempted Interruptions*] The bottom line for these people right here is If you’re a man, you don’t cry about it Ya take life, the ups and downs If you’re a real man, ya never go down, ya just stay up That’s why I’m the World Champion That’s why this sport coat cost Eight hundred dollars And that cost two hundred And I dunno what that cost, I’d be ashamed to wear it That’s why I wear Lizard shoes, and a Rolex watch And I’ve got a limousine sitting out there, a mile long With twenty-five women, just dying for me to go Woo! Because I'm the World Champion, sucker No man's gonna take this from me unless it's done in the ring And next time you have the opportunity, talk to your accountant And look who built the building your officed in
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