C-BO - Professional Ballers Lyrics
[Marvaless]Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can`t touch usProfessional Ballers is what they call us ain`t no tellin who we`re bailinKentucky Texas ATL strikin in a LexusThe nigga that wanna test thisThought this shit was shut down thought this shit was dead like MakaveliCali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit I`m knowinHaters, I know you`re bumpin this shit so here`s another *?daltz?*From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California`s most[Pizzo]We don`t need no practice, no theatricsbout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at itTryin to stack my riches like Bill GatesServin raw and uncut caine so you can`t hateBecause it angers me when niggas try to bite my assBut we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch assPass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smokeExhale like a pro, I be too much for you to copeChorus: C-BoWe steady countin our money, on a mission to ballAll the things we dream we wanna see before we callSo we pack heavy, push Chevy`s, makin the `fettiIf you`re ready to holler at a Professional Baller*repeat*[Mac Mall]Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shitoff Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we`re hidinastronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recopShoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocksBig wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monksI be flossin in gators, maybe ??? ???Tennis shoes, press our shitAliens gank and flew, runnin out to see youwith the lootInterlude: Killa TayYeahWest Coast Mafia, *****Everybody else can suck a dick[Killa Tay]I`m steadily tryin to get my bail ontapped me up on the cell phone, it ain`t farStomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off meThe K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locsterOnly smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the SonicsRespect game, with or without these gold chainsWe`re sure the West got shit soldfrom the rap game to the cocaine, come get someGot pounds like a kick drum, got hitmenPayin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninjano pretendin, we`re steady ballinChorus[C-Bo]From the Valley to the Bay, I`m known for stackin chipsMy 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit`74 drop Caprice, gold ones dipCandy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don`t tripMakin moves, pushin luxuries to ol` schoolsChorusI spit the A-1, that`s why my pockets weigh a tonneAnd my crew be Mafioso`s, high performance and low-lowsProfessional Ballers on the go and get more doe[JT Tha Bigga Figga]Who keep it knockin with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppinWe`re rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallestplayer that you spot, duck or dodge?It`s all, turn the Impalas all skirtyLeft em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurtedSold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynnwith my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 BenzReady to bust and make it happen fo` sho`, so stack G`swith them 8-ball gangstasand the young mack knees and that`s for sheez
