Yo, what's happenin' Cold 187?   Yo man, you know we just laid-back in the studio   With the homie D.O.C and Dr. Dre   And we ballin' with the homie Eazy-E   Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw      See what he think about   True, true   So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level   We gon' put some mega shit together   Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin' like this      This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics   Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it   It's time to build, so take this chill pill   If your cups are empty, go get a refill      Of whatever, cause ain't nothin' changed but the weather   KM. G, 187, yo, we got it together   And in the back, who is that? The men with the mack   Yo, I had to have the homies 'cause they got the sack      And on the tables, what? The two be cookin'   When it comes to rockin', they wrote the book   And if you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show   You'll see me, KM.G, Total K-oss and Go      What? Ballin' while the freaks keep callin'   Beggin' KM. G to come bump the walls in the house   But even if she has the spouse   She starts that fiendin', she gets turned out      And at our concerts we always do work   For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks   'Cause we ballin'      I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all   The name of this piece is called, ballin'   And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players      See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back   And when I'm ballin', yo, I gotta be packed   If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin'   But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin'      'Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks   Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked   It's the hood, I thought it was understood   Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin' Robin Good      We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit   You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick   It ain't nothin' homie, you be frontin'   Rollin' down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin' on laces?      He look just like a lace head   Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead   'Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less   Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh      A 500 with a convertible top   Just like the homie, Amp we like our shit drop   Straight low rider, yeah, we do a little [Incomprehensible]   Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her   And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin'   The simple fact is that we ballin'      I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all   The name of this piece is called, ballin'   And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you players   And all you ladies out there      And you know we gotta break it down for who?   (The whole wide world)   (The whole wide world)      Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin'   I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin'   Toes tappin', the freaks are jockin'   All because the way 187 is rockin'      All you busters on the scene   I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend   Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin'   So sit back and learn, 'cause it's time for some schoolin' and rulin'      All the busters on the center   Get off my tip, 'cause I'm about to enter   This phase that I call the finale   I made it ride higher while I'm ballin' through Cali      So listen, I'm finna start dissin'   All you East side rappers, you had to start pissin' me off   You're soft, you're finna get tossed   By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers      K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers   You got a beep? We gotta go, 'cause money is callin'   The simple fact is, yeah, that we ballin'      And you know, it's like that in 90   And it's gon' stay like that   And once again, we have to send it to who?   (The whole wide world)      Who's it dedicated to?   (The whole wide world)   To who?   (The whole wide world)      Dedicated to who?   (The whole wide world)   It's dedicated to   (The whole wide world)      Sendin' it out to   (The whole wide world)   It's dedicated to   (The whole, world wide)