Ballers Flossin

"BALLERS FLOSSIN"
II TRU

[Car engine.]
C'mon, baby. C'mon on, c'mon on, yeah, alright, now.

Ballers flossin' in their rides, but we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties.

Jhaz:
Another one of these days, early in the morning, I hear you blowin' [Car horn.]. Here we come, out the door, Jhaz grab the keys, already got the blunts. What's up, Arch? Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines. Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust. Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust. Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves. Nothin' but the drop six-four's on D's. Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun. Us, we got three hubcaps and a (..?..).

Brina:
Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light. Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side. Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint. Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds, man. Hittin' switches--watch him floss, hittin' 3's; let's pull off. There's the store, gotta get some Zinfindel and (?) for the park.

Ballers flossin' in their rides, but we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties.

Jhaz:
They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers and a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular. You can tell when a nigga got cheese and see this Ford Escort with no brakes, it's pushin' on E, baby, and I'm sick of this. It's a shame what a sister has to deal with all these things.

Brina:
We gotsta kick it, now. Out the car, where my lighter at? Kickin' back, tape in my pocket. Let me put this in your tape deck. All these ballers flossin', doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely. You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin'. Just for ten, thanks for the support, now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off, let's watch these playas act a fool.

Jhaz:
Let's get me up on some Hen, and we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa, 'cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty. If we gon' smoke this weed, we better push some more or these tapes. It's gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in, better hurry before it's too late. Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' 'cause it's summer time. Three deep in the fo' hoopty. All around us, ballers in they rides.

Ballers flossin' in their rides, but we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties.

Brina:
Let's roll to the studio, Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast. Seen enough ballers flossin', time for us trues to get some cash. One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll. II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads.

Ballers flossin' in their rides, but we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties.

Brina:
'Cause I'm gon' get mine, when I get paid off these here rhymes.
Jhaz:
And you can put that on your family, I'm a put on my trues. We want this tape. Player, recognize II Tru's comin' to get you fools, and these ghetto blues done had us faded too long, and the ballers that's flossin' in they rides, gon' be bumpin' to our songs.
Brina:
Another Windsor 'fore we part for the night. Blaze it up, Jhaz. Two hits, then you pass. In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game. We gon' change for them good thangs. Let them floss, 'cause it's all good until we get paid.

Ballers flossin' in their rides, but we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties.