Callin

Back in high school no sports i was ballin nigga Six six tall didnt hoop streets was callin nigga I was chasing pay nba was just a dream But i kept at least five dimes starting on my team Gulf bank block boomin will make a broke nigga rich And before this rap that was the closest dream i could get Feeling like the shits sixteen riding drop Ripping wood grain whip beating the block trunk pop Bangin ugk riding dirty nine six I want that dope boy benz so i guess i need bricks But now im riding slab thanking pocket full of stones Watch my back cause one day you here and next day youre gone thugger