Above the Law - Ballin' lyrics

Yo, what's happenin Cold 187 yo man
You know we just laid back in the studio
With the homie DOC and Dr dre
And we ballin with the homie Eazy-E
Yeah, 'bout to put this
Piece together for Laylaw
See what he think about true, true
So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level
We gon' put some mega shit together
Now we gon' drop it a
Little bit somethin like this

This song is Ballin'
Let me drop some dope lyrics
Make it high and fly
So all of y'all can hear it
It's time to build, so take this chill pill
If your cups are empty, go get a re-fill
Of whatever
Cause ain't nothin changed but the weather
KMG - 187 - yo, we got it together


And in the back - who is
That? The men with the mack
Yo, I had to have the homies
Cause they got the sack
And on the tables - what? The two be cookin
When it comes to rockin, they wrote the book
And if you don't believe me, hurry
Come see our show
You'll see me - KMG, Total K-oss and Go
What? Ballin while the freaks keep callin
Beggin KMG to come bump the walls in
The house, but even if she has the spouse
(What's up?) She starts that fiendin (what
Happens?) she gets turned out
And at our concerts we always do work
For the fags, the hags
The rags and the jerks cause we ballin

(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called) ballin'
(And I wanna dedicate this piece
To all your players)

See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back
And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed
If I ain't packed homeboy
You could say I'm slippin
But, if you try to run up
I'ma say you trippin
Cause, I'm a giant, and to you new jacks
Don't come up and start
Because you're gonna get smacked
It's the hood, I thought it was understood
Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin Robin Good
We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit
You got a fucked up style of
Rap and without the kick
It ain't nothin homie, you be frontin
Rollin down the 'Shaw and you
Think you be humpin
On laces? He look just like a lacehead
Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead
Cause, I'm a baller
And I won't settle for less
Put Lorenzos on my Benzo
So I know it look fresh
A 500 with a convertable top
Just like the homie Amp we like our shit drop
Straight lowrider, yeah, we do a little?
Smooth check your ho
Even if I don't know her
And as I enter the door
Watch the freaks start callin
The simple fact is (what's up) that we ballin

(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called) ballin'
(And I wanna dedicate this piece
To all your players
And all you ladies out there)

And you know we gotta break it down for who?
(The whole wide world)

Since the breakdown was dope
You can't get enough rappin
I know that it's true
Because I seen your hands clappin
Toes tappin, the freaks are jockin
All because the way 187 is rockin
All you busters on the scene
I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend
Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin
So sit back and learn
Cause it's time for some schoolin
And rulin all the busters on the center
Get off my tip, cause I'm about to enter
This phase
(what is it?) that I call the finale
I made it ride higher while
I'm ballin through Cali
So listen, I'm finna start dissin
All you Eastside rappers
You had to start pissin
Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed
By two boss players who's
Your dope rhyme sayers
K-oss and Go Mack are the wack deejay-slayers
You got a beep? We gotta go
Cause money is callin
The simple fact is - yeah, that we ballin

And you know it's like that in 90
And it's gon' stay like that
And once again we have to send it to who?
(The whole wide world)
Who's it dedicated to?
(The whole wide world) to who?
(The whole wide world) dedicated to who?
(The whole wide world) it's dedicated to
(The whole wide world) sendin it out to
(The whole wide world) it's dedicated to
(The whole, world, wide)