Skweez Ya Ballz

[ Baby S ] All of y'all sit back, relax, I take you to the olden time When rap rhymes wasn't the only thing I had on my mind Pushin nickel sacks of stress, oh how can I get rich? Hm - turned on the mic and turn out yo trick, don't switch Stayin true is what I'm in this game to do Cause Hollywood seems to get around like the flu [ King T ] Yeah and most of all most of y'all bitch-made So Baby S and King T emerge from the shizznade And put it in the air like the chronic you smoke The Westside baby loc and T goin for broke So like peep it how we deal it, keep it if you feel it All the set-trippin, kill it, it only takes a minute For ah King Tee to set the party at ease Grab the Silver Satin, roll up some weed Snatch a hoodrat with a proper-ass weave And dash to the floor and boogie with the rest of the gees [ Chorus: Baby S ] To all my niggas, get involved To all my bitches, get involved And if you're down with smokin stress, chronic weed or cess Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls To all my bitches, get involved To all my niggas, get involved And if you're down with smokin cess, chronic weed or stress Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls [ King T ] Hey Baby S, I get stressed with these punks on the tube They wanna be me (me) they wanna be you (They wanna-be's) That's the only thing that's true I swing through, hit em with the bomb like Pooh When I'm dippin in my hood with my powder blue Brougham Ticklin the switches, Daytons all chrome Can't leave it alone, keep em bouncin at the crib But hold up Baby S, tell em what you did [ Baby S ] I touched the blue moon, my body feels numb Cause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to come One love for my family, immediate killers The ones I trust to count my figures while I'm sippin on liquor Blazin on some sticky green where I'm put up on the scene Up and down, King stuck up in some young teen So many dream, we fiend for a woman with cream Dippin in my gangsta lean like your video screen [ Chorus ] [ Baby S ] Now listen, what you hear is not a test It's that realer from the West named Baby S And I got the gangsta gangsta hit Makin lil' busters wanna write and other brothers fight But they can't sound like the niggaroe supreme Droppin bombs every time I done stepped on the scene Seems my only dream is for platinum plus And in God we trust, I gotta do it in a rush [ King T ] Trust we gon' bust, trust we gon' sell Cause all through I-A plus the county jail That nigga King T known for stackin his mail Sittin in ( ? ) waitin on my bail California, haters let me warn ya Them two killers gamin up on ya King T and Baby S navigatin through the West All hoods, all sets, some gees on deck [ Chorus ]