Big Ballin’ (Playin’ to Win)

[Intro: King T]

Ha, on the lay back

[Verse 1: King T]

Straight hustlin' going on, now, let's begin

The master of the ceremony just walked in

With his little homies and the fifth of Hen

No hatin' in my game cause I'm playin' to win

Now, niggas need to know I've been a G since six

Breakin' fools off when they step up in my mix

Catch a young nigga with some brand new kicks

Man, he comin' up out of them, holdin' his lips

Just a real young nigga but I threw 'em like Spinks

Blue and black Gulf hats and Turkish links

Moved up to leather coats, got my bitch wearin' minks

Sittin' in the Coupe, smokin' pounds a day

Just because I got chips I remained the same

Niggas recognize the real when I'm shootin' my game

A bullet in your chest won't be no strange

But if I put it in your brain it won't be no pain

Ballin' out of control and I can never get choked

I got a loaded Chrome .45 that I tote

Asked any hustler: T be goin' for broke?

Undercover with the locs and them luxury spoke

But, when it's time to floss, I hit the safe for some ends

Choose between the Caddi' or the Lexus or the Benz

I told you at the top, now, I tell you again

Straight hustlin' going on, let the games begin

Let's get down

[Hook: RC]

It's that's sound you can't deny

Everything we do is fly

I'm big ballin', playin' to win

Just the players stayin' true

Blowin' chronic smoke at you

Everything is ballin'

[Verse 2: King T]

Soon as I pull the Lex-o out the garage

Player haters run to get the fuck outta dodge

I try to shoot em game but they tried to act hard

They chose to live small while I gots to live large

Don't tell these hoes that I'm broke, nigga please

I never leave my crib without at least three Gs

Lookin' like a nigga just shipped twenty ki's

Keep myself distant from ticks and flees

Keep type of tire bald head like Shenay

Fuck tellin', Condo Rolex is parvay

King T's the nigga that them punks can't fade

They're tryin' change these hoodrats I'm tryin' to stay paid

(*female laughter*)

I treat the Benz like the old girlfriend

Hook that hoe up and let my niggas take a spin

You said you got the chronic, I break out the skin

Hustlin' going on and I'm playin' to win

Get down

[Hook: RC]

Got my whole crew comin' down

Sippin' Mo' and dodgin' clowns

I'm big ballin'

Awww yeah, just a hustler playin' true

Blowin' chronic smoke at you

Everything is ballin'

[Verse 3: King T]

Straight fact, I push up on the mic with more heat

Warning mothafuckers that we can't be beat

From Compton, on up to east Long Beach

That nigga King T makes the drive-by complete *gunshot*

I know you've been told, we got the west coast sold

I know you've been taught, we can't be caught

So if you're lookin' for them G's on the west side trippin'

Probably in the rag '64 just dippin'

The ave's so hot, the CD keep skippin'

While the little homies on the block checkin' the grip

So come on by, and throw your set real high

Niggas get smoked tryna fuck with my supply

And I supply, what you can't go by

That west coast gangsta funk, it won't die

Niggas might lie but I tell you the truth

The Hub City's in the house, settin' fire to the roof

Let's get down

[Hook: RC]

Yes, that's true, you can't deny

Everything we do is fly

I'm big ballin', yeah, oooh

Just the players stayin' true

Real with chronic smoke and you

Everything is ballin'

[Outro: RC]

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'

Nah, nah, nah nah nah, we're big ballin'