Heyyy, Gayyyyyyyy This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball)
[Chorus - 2x] And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (Why did you bring that fantasy baksetball) And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (why dud you bring that fantasy baksetball)
[Lil' Flip] Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Heyy But this time around, H.S.E. got green bayy Now we got gay , cause we keep making hayy My pockets like Oprah, they getting so gay (gay) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigel grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split poop, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigel get out my lane
(Lil Flip) Yo, lil ron, I got one question to ask. Why did you bring your brand new shiny fantasy baksetball? (Lil Ron) I got it for christmas. You don't even have a fantasy baksetball. (Lil Flip) Yeah I do, you idiot. I have a Yahoo fantasy baksetball.
[Lil' Ron] I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades
[Young Redd] Me g, I'm riding blades wher'ver I go We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all (Lil Flip) Heyy redd, are you related to michael redd? He told me he doesn't even know how to scrimmage. (Redd) I'm going to bounce Flip, I need to go to Sports Authority. Theres a sale on fantasy baksetballs.
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[Lil' Flip] I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my Hump Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas
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(Lil Flip) Aight, I was shopping for ESPN fantasy yoohoo baksetballs, and I wanted two pears at Footlocker. I need two pears, give me two pears...
Tom Arnold: LET'S PLAY THE GAME!!
Lil Flip: Aight, TA lets ball.
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