featuring Ephriam Galloway & Mississippi

Uh. What ya gonna do?? Do you wanna ball?? Lunasicc come on. What ya

gonna do?? Uh. What ya gonna do?? Luna Lunasicc wha?? What ya gonna

do??

*(Chorus Galloway & Mississippi)* x2

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand why??

that we're out here tryin to ball that we're out here tryin to ball

tell me.

Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)*

Too much,

I think you need to ease on back,

Lunasicc, young G's,

ain't no ten's on that,

I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through,

ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes,

jeans an tennis shoes,

the OG, game tight fo real,

I keep it goin boy,

breakin out the skills,

now who got the party poppin??

Drawls droppin??

I'm in a hottie, tryin not to spill a Bacardi,

mobbin like a mad man, surfin a Lex,

got big pimpin goin like my folks Big Pep,

champagne, caviar,

ain't no time fo that,

Esso on my table wit a girl in my lap,

she think I'm gonna pay fo the things she givin,

so I flash my 8-Ball shirt, an keep on dippin,

on the real baby,

I ain't gonna pay fo a thang,

hit the bar,

come back,

leave a dolla in change.

Ya know.

*(Chorus)*

Too much on it- repeat x8 then chorus.

Verse 2 *(Lunasicc)*

AWOLin an ballin,

alcoholic fo sheez,

straight pervin,

I'm swervin in a Coupe on D's,

I'm in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell,

when the smoke clears, I'm gone half way to Vallejo,

playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me