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Balled Out 2 (feat. Akon and San Quinn)

JT the BiGGa FiGGahuatong
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Everywhere I go they staring, checking me out and what I'm wearing, the lights on my

eyes just glaring, and everywhere you go I'm there, I'm exhausted from balling, went to

spring summer and fallen, I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring summer and fallen.

Take a picture, pitch a picture to get your issue, my conversation is motivation you know

I'm with ya, but competition is in the kitchen and I'm the cooker, I'm the pots, I'm the pans, I'm the real jigger.

Cali to neck, stay in the state of mind, cook, cut, and count, stack for a later time, oh what a way to grind.

Out the trunk and in the hood, off the block, more for me, 12 flow, it's all good, just a business man, boy with my lean on,

nothing less than $2 .99 for my ringtone, and a king kong when it come to getting guap,

paypal with my space, bought out a laptop, and that knock, we can snap it out on iTunes,

with more money in the bank, my little man could buy you, try you, gotta get my juke on him,

had to go and get Akon for the hook on him.

Everywhere I go they staring, checking me out and what I'm wearing, the lights on my eyes just glaring, and everywhere you go I'm there, I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring summer and fallen,

I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring summer and fallen.

We go corner to corner, state to state, block to block, yeah we been chasing this cake,

living room full of tapes, warehouse full of CDs, make a call for the check, that's how we got on the feed,

BET billboard, sunset boulevard, standing up on pinchables, never would you pull a card.

Pushing the line, grinding at the same time, jumping out the same whip, ghost walk the same kind,

same frame of mind, get a quarter game to dime, Rolex rings and watches, but we still had to grind.

From the beaches of Cancun, my heart's still in feel mode, we made it, it's big time, from quarter boards to steel toes.

Made hitters, rappers, rappers paying the bill, keeping it real, no major deal, boy we had to make a deal.

Independent and loving it, underground and bubbling, we the ones that discovered them, we ain't stopping for none of them.

Everywhere I go they staring, checking me out and what I'm wearing, the lights on my eyes just glaring,

and everywhere you go I'm there, I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring, summer and falling,

I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring, summer and falling.

I'm on my ten flap headed for the checker flag, a little tired but the paper boy get the cash,

I hit the gas cause I'm all about the petty man, I'm from the bay cause you know we coming ready man,

I keep it steady man, driving off on one wheel, but it's a four door driving off on one wheel.

I got handles, burn them out like candles, run around like randall cause I stay on the scrambles.

I'm everywhere that you can't go and ain't been, affiliated with tycoons and made men,

you and Day -Z and I'm down at the four seasons, cause I'm a real boss, let me give you four whizzes.

More hustle, more spit, more dedication, remote terrorists in the rabbit at the huntin' station,

the huntin' station where they pick em off for rubber naked, reckless eyeballing, counterfeiting, no weapon.

Everywhere I go they staring, checking me out and what I'm wearing, the lights on my eyes just glaring,

and everywhere you go I'm there, I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring, summer and falling,

I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring, summer and falling.

Everywhere I go they staring, checking me out and what I'm wearing, the lights on my eyes just glaring,

and everywhere you go I'm there, I'm exhausted from balling, went to spring, summer and falling,

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