We dump slugs  and fuck thugs for their drugs
 When push come to shove ain't no motherfuckin love
 Bow down  we just hit the town
 But we brung shit 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 nigga C Bo
 Bitches 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
 Niggas set trip, a solo weapon is essen(tial)
 Keep the pepper spray on my car keys, only fuck with hard Gz
 Still get my ball on like Clark
 Nothin but the California hoggin me
 Touchin triggers, real niggas, straight doggin freaks
 Chorus:
 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, drug 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 shit for the cash nigga, enter, forever ball
 Chorus
 We are surprised in this rap game
 Straight gangsta shit 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 fuck the best hoes, 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, fuck y'all, let these ballers all ball
 Chorus:
 Can we all ball?
 Can we all ball?
 Can we all ball?
 Can we all ball?
 Tell me, can we ball