Ball

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Another story from my house on 5816 Forest [Refrain: Tech N9ne] Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me In the sick conditions of these streets Dealers and killers didn't love me least This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] The school I be say Troost Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice He let the beats play everyday, it'd give me a boost Then the decay of the DJ I see shake loosе From hip hop he started to flip rocks, the mixin' rеcords, it stopped I did watch Steve pull up in beautiful cars on this block Velour sweatsuits, many gold chains, displayin' big wads of grip knots Flashing things a year ago he did not I was curious, he went from normal to luxurious I made my way over to 'em even though my step daddy would be furious I said "What's up, Steve?", he looked and smiled at me I said "I miss how it used to be, you spinnin' H-I-P H-O-P", he said [Chorus: LeShea Wright & Tech N9ne] (We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball) Gettin' it in, just (Ball) One more time, I say (We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball) Gettin' it in, just (Ball) Ay [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] My block is poppin', foreign cars with tires, bam! I see beautiful women hangin' with Steve and his hired hands I would always see this dude who was Steve's admired fam And we look up to 'em on this block because he is a fireman That's a big thing in 1980, my question to him might seem crazy "Mr. Dowdy, my desire's just to take a ride on your firetruck" He would just laugh and say "Lil' Donny, not too fast 'Cause the serious job I have, a kid in the way could really be bad" Time goes on and I see a decade passes But it's crazy I'm next to the same family on 62nd and Agnes Woke up to feds pullin' beautiful vehicles away From next door, it's a Dowdy bad day Now I'm thinkin' back when Steve used to say [Chorus: LeShea Wright & Tech N9ne] (We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball) Gettin' it in, just (Ball) One more time, I say (We) stackin', rollin', straight (Ball) Gettin' it in, just (Ball) Ay [Refrain: Tech N9ne] Life is really crazy, my people had to raise me In the sick conditions of these streets Dealers and killers didn't love me least This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats