Ball

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

Another story from my house on 5816 Forest

[Refrain: Tech N9ne]

Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me

In the sick conditions of these streets

Dealers and killers didn't love me least

This is the story of a kid who dug Steve’s beats

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

The school I be say Troost

Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice

He let the beats play everyday, it'd give me a boost

Then the decay of the DJ I see shake loosе

From hip hop he started to flip rocks, the mixin' rеcords, it stopped

I did watch Steve pull up in beautiful cars on this block

Velour sweatsuits, many gold chains, displayin’ big wads of grip knots

Flashing things a year ago he did not

I was curious, he went from normal to luxurious

I made my way over to 'em even though my step daddy would be furious

I said "What's up, Steve?", he looked and smiled at me

I said "I miss how it used to be, you spinnin' H-I-P H-O-P", he said

[Chorus: LeShea Wright & Tech N9ne]

(We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball)

Gettin' it in, just (Ball)

One more time, I say

(We) stackin', rollin’, straight (Ball)

Gettin’ it in, just (Ball)

Ay

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

My block is poppin', foreign cars with tires, bam!

I see beautiful women hangin’ with Steve and his hired hands

I would always see this dude who was Steve's admired fam

And we look up to 'em on this block because he is a fireman

That's a big thing in 1980, my question to him might seem crazy

"Mr. Dowdy, my desire’s just to take a ride on your firetruck"

He would just laugh and say "Lil' Donny, not too fast

'Cause the serious job I have, a kid in the way could really be bad"

Time goes on and I see a decade passes

But it's crazy I'm next to the same family on 62nd and Agnes

Woke up to feds pullin' beautiful vehicles away

From next door, it's a Dowdy bad day

Now I'm thinkin' back when Steve used to say

[Chorus: LeShea Wright & Tech N9ne]

(We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball)

Gettin' it in, just (Ball)

One more time, I say

(We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball)

Gettin' it in, just (Ball)

Ay

[Refrain: Tech N9ne]

Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me

In the sick conditions of these streets

Dealers and killers didn't love me least

This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats