Yo, what's happenin' Cold 187?
Yo man, you know we just laid-back in the studio
With the homie D.O.C 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 refill

Of whatever, cause ain't nothin' changed but the weather
KM. G, 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, KM.G, Total K-oss and Go

What? Ballin' while the freaks keep callin'
Beggin' KM. G to come bump the walls in the house
But even if she has the spouse
She starts that fiendin', 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 you 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 lace head
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

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Just like the homie, Amp we like our shit drop
Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little Incomprehensible
Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her
And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin'
The simple fact is 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 you players
And all you ladies out there

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