Still Ballin'

歌詞

Welcome! Little boys and girls. Makaveli! (For the love of Makaveli!) Lives forever! (Outlawz!) And ever Come on. Verse 1 *(E.D.I.)* I remember the days we used to ride together it's goin on boi, I thought we'd die together but you left befo' me homie only if I could talk to you they ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuff two days have passed since I first heard the shots blast an I can still picture the scenery won't be no peace fo' me until I see ya at the crossroads all of us back together again eternally "Lost Souls". Verse 2 *(Napoleon)* I bet I shake ya world fo' Pac, I'ma drink til I hurl an pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurrough it's young Napoleon Makaveli gave this soldier his name an if you claim it the same you have to prove you insane betta get ya heart right in the mist of the warfields bullets gon' fly by we Outlawz an play the street life because it's paid right it's my life, my life, my life that's in the sunshine Kadafi I'ma hold a sign hopin you run through one time. We "Still Ballin"! Chorus *(Yukmouth)* Don't cry, dry yo eye say, "Pac we Still Ballin" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha? Wha? Juss look up in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha? Pour some liqour on the ground, say "Pac we Still Ballin" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Uh. If he could only see us now, ayo Pac we Still Ballin! Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Congregate the Bloods and Cuzz Vice Lords and Disciples I got love fa thugs even the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the club sucka for love if I introduce a busta to slugs (what?!) hustled the drugs we all lust for money and fast cars the, life of a rap star floatin in Jaguars then ball wit a bad broad learn how to stack tall money longer then Shaq ya'll (WESTSIDE!!) Holla back ya'll!! (Yes!) I smoked out wit Redman aim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead man flossin a dead man I know the drama is reallin they stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millons will God's children plese stop wit ya "I can be like Pac!" raps ya rock bout, gats and glocks ya act like Pac wit all them songs you stole from dude if Makaveli was alive, WE WOULDA RODE ON YOU FOOLS!! That's real!! *(Chorus)* (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) They can bite all they want but Pac we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) We gon' keep the thuggin alive, eh Pac we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) (We love you nigga) Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, eh 'Pac we Still Ballin! Verse 3 *(Young Noble)* We still callin everyday ta ya we still believe in ya we still pray ta ya now e'ry body all on Pac's heels had to wait til a soldier to die fo ya'll to give him his Hell nah! Outlaw soldiers thug fo life half a ya'll ain't never knew Pac Forget the hype! We used to play box wit him caulk glocks, an lick shots wit him that was a crazy soldier yo I miss him taught a brotha so much in "Thugs We Trust" still as soft as cream puff Outlawz we "Hit 'Em Up" an "Bomb First" so "Hail Mary" you bail scarry through this "White Manz World" but I never let it bury me Kadafi I love ya an I'll see ya when I die homie smoke some weed you an Pac get high fo me. Ya'll Still Ballin. Ya'll Still Ballin. Still Ballin. *(Kastro talking)* We can do this. Fuck the tricks! God bless the dead. Yafi Kadafi we love ya. *(Chorus)* Til the days that I die eh Pac we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Wave ya hands in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? Eastside, Northside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? The Regime, Outlawz an Yuk, we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Rap-A-Lot, Lil J an Face, we Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? Diggity Daz an Kurupt say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) E-40 Fonz an B-Leigt say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? All my dogs everywhere say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Uh. An all my real ass thugs say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) *(Yukmouth talking)* A dedication! To the legendary Makaveli! God bless his soul! (Yes!) It's time for us to ride for my potna. All these bitin ass characters in the industry! We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! (Ride or die) (Ride or die) We Still Ballin. We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! (Ride or die) We Still Ballin. (Ride or die) We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! (Ride or die) (Ride or die) We Still Ballin. We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! (Ride or die) We Still Ballin. (Ride or die) We Still Ballin. La, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! (Regime) We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! La, la. Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! We Still Ballin! Ballin! Ballin! Ballin!