Love 2 Ball (Feat. Chamillionaire)

[Chorus: Pimp C]Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (we sure love to ball)[Verse 1: Pimp C]I like smokin out and "Pourin' Up"I'm breakin car lots, two hundred thousand dollars, I'm showin upThe street life get my watches glowin upNew Motorola smartphone, steady blowin upI remember doin badAlways knew I would get it, it didn't make me sad'Cause I was a beast with itI keep my khakis with a crease in it (crease in it)Sharp as a knifeI crawled back in the day but bitch now I'm ballin tonight (ballinTonight)[Chorus][Verse 2: Chamillionaire]I got a call on my celly, while I was jammin some Screw (woo)And it was that P-I-M-P, mayne what's up with you?Slab was sittin outside and he had bought 'em in twosI painted one candy red and I painted one candy blueAnd you, know all the women, want to conversate for a few'Cause my jewelry sick like hachoo and my necklace still got the fluShe said her name was a Nakia but I had to nickname ya booI had to nickname her chlorine 'cause your chick stay wet as a poolIt's true, boys want a verse from me but they couldn't afford meBe talkin so much game that a Pimp gon' wish to record me (for real)Been a H-Town baller, I'm talkin swishin like HorryAin't nobody gettin my glory, ain't nobody "Trippin" like CoryMo, already know that I keep a room in my vaultI signed a check to myself, so I guess that makes me my bossTherealestever.com and I ain't gonna sign offIt ain't no stoppin our ballin like we ran out of timeouts (hold up...)[Chorus][Verse 3: Pimp C]Uh, summertime niggaz (niggaz), Phantom ain't the answerFly, I can't enjoy it, I think my daddy's got cancer (huh)Pistol in my lap, I'm rocked up like Miss Chancer (starter)Fist turn a trick a five like Jo Jo dancerOld nigga doin boy, hit a house one knot (knot)Years seventy, eighty, stole all our Christmas lot (bitch)My whole life I was exposed to the fast laneRunnin through my blood, seventy-five thousand for the chain (chain)Fifty thousand for the watch pieceBut I'll take it off bitch to squabble with ya in the streetsI'm Dr. Dre of the South, ya better watch your mouthMichael Jordan, underdog, see ya at the Playa's Ball (bitch...)[Chorus][Break: Pimp C - w& ad libs]Say baby, turn yourself around, so I can love you goodHey baby, girl you so sweetGood time, go on and sign my meat (sign my meat)[Chorus]