笨小笨Can We All Ball (Explicit)歌词由C-BO演唱，出自专辑《The Autopsy / Til My Casket Drops (Explicit)》，下面是《Can We All Ball (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Can We All Ball (Explicit)歌词完整版
Feat Killa Tay JT Tha Bigga Figga
We dump slugs and f**k thugs for their d**gs
When push come to shove ain't no motherf**kin love
Bow down we just hit the town
But we brung s**t like Hitler bail em with a Sigma
Switch with the first shot gotta check the spot
Burnin rubber out the parkin lot pointin out the window
Stuck off indo bumpin my n***a C Bo
B***hes all in my business cos they think I move kilo's
I call my people's on the mobile gang all over nationwide distribution
Now I'm posted up in Houston
Texas ridin the Lexus but it's supremo
N***as set trip a solo weapon is essen
Tial
Keep the pepper spray on my car keys only f**k with hard Gz
Still get my ball on like Clark
Nothin but the California hoggin me
Touchin triggers real n***as straight doggin freaks
Can we all ball
Can we all ball
Can we all ball
We take the occupation when movin my hustle never stop
Check what Some babies camera's peep the blocks stash the Glocks
Posi's squashed ship ki's and here there's thousand dollar bidders
Rim hats with feathers more money than Perry Ellis
Never known behind talkin let my nuts hang
Trade ya the 4 5 and the Tek 9 for a drop Mustang
A long line of killers d**g dealers with stripes
Just schoolin you're rollin pontentially could take your advice
We count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks gettin the money
Sippin X O Hen and I get it for the 1 10
In a convertible Benz fearin hunted on twins
They call me Bo Loc and fo' sho' I smoke the dodo
And flip the '97 Sport to shake the po po
High rollers count tall dollars will never fall
In this s**t for the cash n***a enter forever ball
We are surprised in this rap game
Straight gangsta s**t makes the world go round I'm nuttin nice
On a dice bets are more wet and crush ice
X O stretch Rolls Bza's and Lexo's
And f**k the best h*es and never slippin like Magic Johnson
Keeps my cock down increase my hatto from Sac to Compton
Rolex down fools shot up solid ice
The gin in the cask was still followed by the vice
In the S Class we does it on the gas
On my cell Bo poppin my collar all about my cash
How many diggers can you scat Now picture that
Without the feds on your back homey and that's a fact
We attack with Mac 1 12's to protect my sack
I pick up my pack tellin the order handle that
It ain't no room for you busters cos we knuckle ya downfall
Player haters f**k y'all let these ballers all ball
Can we all ball
Can we all ball
Can we all ball
Can we all ball
Tell me can we ball
