CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ron Artest
[Intro: Ron Artest & Babyface Ray]
He passed me the ball, yeah, he never passes me the ball
And he passed me the ball
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Niggas yelling through the stands, watch what you saying
Blowing peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Perc)
Turn to a warrior, put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doing top speed while my hands on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty ass boy, why yo pop so muddy (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I ain't trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can't fuck with nobody (Uh uh)
Dealing with heartbreak, I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (c'mon)
You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn with a bag, niggas turning in [?] (Run)
Turn right 'round, I'm coming home wit it (I'm back)
It ain't bout guap, don't call my phone nigga
Niggas real life dumb, I don't get along with it
Prolly gone fuck if I'm left alone with her (Phew)
I just can't pursue these rat ass bitches cause they doing it for clout (clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through window cause I'm running in and out
Grab the Draco off the couch (Grab the Draco off the couch)
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I got mud in my ice tea (mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me, yeah, my bitches don't sike me
Right now, I'm court side like Spike Lee (Yeah yeah)
Getting rich off rap, man, like [?] (?)
White lows, man I do 'em like twice a week
Couldn't talk to a rat [?], niggas weird
Thumb fucked up ate Perc now I'm cured
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas riding for a rap buzz, I don't care (Why)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back I'ma champ (Ballin')
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp (Ohh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain't nobody put [?] on the map (Uh uh)
Free P, I'ma hold it down 'til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin' going live in the trap (Ya)
I got her right now, pouring lines with the racks
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg & Babyface Ray]
Ayy, Free Reek, I'ma hold it down 'til he here
Fifty thousands on me, gettin' head in the leer
This the big [?], got a bed in the leer
Baby going crazy, me and [?] in the chair
Four Pockets Full & SMG
Put the music to the side, bitch I'm signed to the streets
I'ma grind 'til I bleed
Never beg for what I need
[?] strong, shit I'm looking for the beans
I just hit a don, yeah I'm looking for the lean
Coming from the worst, [?] 'til I [?]
Though I got 'em made, but they really double G's
You ain't never made enough to fuck up a hundred G's nigga
[Outro: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, sometimes I fell left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed so I'm stressed out
[?] blessed now
Still going through the trenches
Still yelling, free my niggas
Know she happy that I did it
He passed me the ball, yeah, he never passes me the ball
And he passed me the ball
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Niggas yelling through the stands, watch what you saying
Blowing peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Perc)
Turn to a warrior, put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doing top speed while my hands on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty ass boy, why yo pop so muddy (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I ain't trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can't fuck with nobody (Uh uh)
Dealing with heartbreak, I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (c'mon)
You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn with a bag, niggas turning in [?] (Run)
Turn right 'round, I'm coming home wit it (I'm back)
It ain't bout guap, don't call my phone nigga
Niggas real life dumb, I don't get along with it
Prolly gone fuck if I'm left alone with her (Phew)
I just can't pursue these rat ass bitches cause they doing it for clout (clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through window cause I'm running in and out
Grab the Draco off the couch (Grab the Draco off the couch)
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I got mud in my ice tea (mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me, yeah, my bitches don't sike me
Right now, I'm court side like Spike Lee (Yeah yeah)
Getting rich off rap, man, like [?] (?)
White lows, man I do 'em like twice a week
Couldn't talk to a rat [?], niggas weird
Thumb fucked up ate Perc now I'm cured
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas riding for a rap buzz, I don't care (Why)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back I'ma champ (Ballin')
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp (Ohh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain't nobody put [?] on the map (Uh uh)
Free P, I'ma hold it down 'til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin' going live in the trap (Ya)
I got her right now, pouring lines with the racks
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg & Babyface Ray]
Ayy, Free Reek, I'ma hold it down 'til he here
Fifty thousands on me, gettin' head in the leer
This the big [?], got a bed in the leer
Baby going crazy, me and [?] in the chair
Four Pockets Full & SMG
Put the music to the side, bitch I'm signed to the streets
I'ma grind 'til I bleed
Never beg for what I need
[?] strong, shit I'm looking for the beans
I just hit a don, yeah I'm looking for the lean
Coming from the worst, [?] 'til I [?]
Though I got 'em made, but they really double G's
You ain't never made enough to fuck up a hundred G's nigga
[Outro: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, sometimes I fell left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed so I'm stressed out
[?] blessed now
Still going through the trenches
Still yelling, free my niggas
Know she happy that I did it
