Too Much On It

Uh. What ya gonna do?? Do you wanna ball?? Lunasicc, come on. What ya Gonna do?? Uh. What ya gonna do?? Luna-Lunasicc, wha?? What ya gonna Do?? *(Chorus- Galloway & Mississippi)* x2 How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?? That we're out here tryin to ball, that we're out here tryin to ball Tell me Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)* Too much I think you need to ease on back Lunasicc, young G's Ain't no ten's on that I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes Jeans an tennis shoes The OG, game tight fo real I keep it goin boy Breakin out the skills Now who got the party poppin?? Drawls droppin?? I'm in a hottie, tryin not to spill a Bacardi Mobbin like a mad man, surfin a Lex Got big pimpin goin like my folks Big Pep Champagne, caviar Ain't no time fo that Esso on my table wit a girl in my lap She think I'm gonna pay fo the things she givin So I flash my 8-Ball shirt, an keep on dippin On the real baby I ain't gonna pay fo a thang Hit the bar Come back Leave a dolla in change Ya know *(Chorus)* Too much on it- repeat x8 then chorus Verse 2 *(Lunasicc)* AWOLin an ballin Alcoholic fo sheez Straight pervin I'm swervin in a Coupe on D's I'm in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell When the smoke clears, I'm gone half way to Vallejo Playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me I'm a thug, an plus she seen the folks on T.V Ya know the game, it ain't about Mercedez an Jewels It's the way I pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood I'm a real playa never save a thang in life Who the man?? I claim WESTSIDE fo life (that's right) A new year A new hit fo Sicc Sumpthin fo them glove hoppers The ultimate fix So when you see me, it ain't no need to try an talk bad I be mobbin, gettin silly in a '98 Jag In the parkin lot, is where the playaz roam Pop my coller, yo boy tryin to take sumpthin home Come on *(Chorus)* Verse 3 *(Lunasicc)* So now that the partys gettin off the hook I'm a sprinkle one mo, fo I close the book I'm all out fo the loot, an as the world goes 'round Keep a look out fo G's when I hit yo town Pound, fo pound I break the walls down wit a hit No cussin Don't even try to trip on this I'm the new keep Meanin I'm the Shis-I-T Gettin gone in the head like Bob Marley Now, all the real playaz let me see yo hands Tell me who's the man Clean radio jams Beat bumpin Money stackin Fact not fiction Give me the zig-zag I'll do the twistin Dom Perion, uh-uh I'm the bomb But I still got a thang fo that hoe Lashon Feel me The life of the rich an famous Nah The life of the evil an shameless Come on *(Chorus)* Until end Tryin to balllll!!! Get our mon-eeeeey!!!