Released: June 21, 2012
Featuring: Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter: Chase N. Cashe Kendrick Lamar Dom Kennedy
Producer: Chase N. Cashe
[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
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