[Hook] x2
My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun
All big faces, ain't none of these ones
Out here getting it in the California slums
Because ballin' is fun
[Verse 2: E-40]
Protect yourself at all times, cause n***as be on Belucci and snort lines
Real life, not a movie, hard times
Gotta' be aware, pay attention to your warning signs
That's why I life live to the end, cause you never know when it's gon' end
Er'yday my birthday, don't worry out what I spend
Everything this hustler got, this hustler earned it
Monster, but my first name ain't Herman
Came in the game with nothin', got out the game with somethin'
Was traffic out there rushin', in the ghetto out there hustlin'
Stacking my chips, eating my bread, strapped with the lead
They want me dead
Knocking a ho, getting some head, on a Sealy mattress bed
Took a left over from my bundle after I copped and bought a drop
Ballin' is fun, I bought it with 1's, drove it up off of the lot
Went in and got me some slap, and wrapped in matte black
Tinted window front and back, Pontiac and the 20 sack
[Hook] x2
My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun
All big faces, ain't none of these ones
Out here getting it in the California slums
Because ballin' is fun
[Verse 2: Too Short]
Your life is hard, times are tough, looking for money, you can't find enough
You try rapping, but nobody signed you up
Got some c**aine, try to grind and stuff
Went to jail, now your time is up
Can't get it all together cause your mind is f**ed
Mad at the world cause you ride the bus
Looking out the window, wanna' ride like us
I'ma tell you something that's good for your health
Never give up on yourself (on yourself)
You never know when it's your turn to get rich
Brand new whip with a bad lil' b**h
Hun'ed thousand dollars on your first car
sh** can really happen when you work hard
I'ma do it till I'm dead and gone--'Short, dawg (what' you doing)?
I'm having hella fun
[Hook] x 2
My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun
All big faces, ain't none of these ones
Out here getting it in the California slums
Because ballin' is fun
[Verse 3: B-Legit]
16 zippers in a one pound bag, 16 strippers getting down like that
Move around like that, beaver doing great
I remember out of state can't ache for great
I remember how the stake and that [?]
Just touched back down so I'm extra straight
Got a date with an Asian she be raisin' the bar
On half down town, wanna' f** my car
I'm a real rap star, got the felony flow
Like I robed the ba** line and f**ed the melody slow
[?] you know, oh, we gon' get rich
b**h listen to a pimp when he talking that sh**
I keep the wood in the whip, kush in the swish
You never seen a black n***a ball like this
In every magazine I be all like this
With the 40k rolly on the wrist
[Hook] x 2
My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun
All big faces, ain't none of these ones
Out here getting it in the California slums
Because ballin' is fun