| Song | Ballers Flossin |
| Artist | II Tru |
| Album | A New Breed of Female |
| 作曲 : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
| (Car engine) | |
| C'mon, baby | |
| C'mon on, c'mon on | |
| Yeah, alright, now | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| (Jhaz) | |
| Another one of these days, early in the morning | |
| I hear you blowin' (Car horn) | |
| Here we come, out the door | |
| Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts | |
| What's up, Arch? | |
| Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? | |
| Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines | |
| Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust | |
| Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust | |
| Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves | |
| Nothin' but the drop six-four's on D's | |
| Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun | |
| Us, we got three hubcaps and a ? | |
| (Brina) | |
| Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light | |
| Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side | |
| Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint | |
| Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds | |
| Man hittin' switches - watch him floss | |
| Hittin' 3's; let's pull off | |
| There's the store, gotta get some Zinfindel | |
| And ? for the park | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| (Jhaz) | |
| They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers | |
| And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular | |
| You can tell when a nigga got cheese | |
| And see this Ford Escort with no brakes | |
| It's pushin' on E, baby, and I'm sick of this | |
| It's a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things | |
| (Brina) | |
| We gotsta kick it, now | |
| Out the car, where my lighter at? | |
| Kickin' back, tape in my pocket | |
| Let me put this in your tape deck | |
| All these ballers flossin' | |
| Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely | |
| You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' | |
| Just for ten, thanks for the support | |
| Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off | |
| Let's watch these playas act a fool | |
| (Jhaz) | |
| Let's get me up on some Hen | |
| And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa | |
| 'Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty | |
| If we gon' smoke this weed | |
| We better push some more or these tapes | |
| It's gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in | |
| Better hurry before it's too late | |
| Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' | |
| 'Cause it's summer time | |
| Three deep in the fo' hoopty | |
| All around us, ballers in they rides | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| (Brina) | |
| Let's roll to the studio | |
| Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast | |
| Seen enough ballers flossin' | |
| Time for us trues to get some cash | |
| One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll | |
| II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| (Brina) | |
| 'Cause I'm gon' get mine | |
| When I get paid off these here rhymes | |
| (Jhaz) | |
| And you can put that on your family | |
| I'm a put on my trues, we want this tape | |
| Player, recognize II Tru's comin' to get you fools | |
| And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long | |
| And the ballers that's flossin' in they rides | |
| Gon' be bumpin' to our songs | |
| (Brina) | |
| Another Windsor 'fore we part for the night | |
| Blaze it up, Jhaz | |
| Two hits, then you pass | |
| In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game | |
| We gon' change for them good thangs | |
| Let them floss, 'cause it's all good until we get paid | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties |
| zuò qǔ : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
| Car engine | |
| C' mon, baby | |
| C' mon on, c' mon on | |
| Yeah, alright, now | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| Jhaz | |
| Another one of these days, early in the morning | |
| I hear you blowin' Car horn | |
| Here we come, out the door | |
| Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts | |
| What' s up, Arch? | |
| Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you? | |
| Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines | |
| Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust | |
| Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust | |
| Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves | |
| Nothin' but the drop sixfour' s on D' s | |
| Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun | |
| Us, we got three hubcaps and a nbsp? | |
| Brina | |
| Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light | |
| Droptop candyapple red sixfour pulls up to the side | |
| Tightass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint | |
| Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds | |
| Man hittin' switches watch him floss | |
| Hittin' 3' s let' s pull off | |
| There' s the store, gotta get some Zinfindel | |
| And nbsp? for the park | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| Jhaz | |
| They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers | |
| And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular | |
| You can tell when a nigga got cheese | |
| And see this Ford Escort with no brakes | |
| It' s pushin' on E, baby, and I' m sick of this | |
| It' s a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things | |
| Brina | |
| We gotsta kick it, now | |
| Out the car, where my lighter at? | |
| Kickin' back, tape in my pocket | |
| Let me put this in your tape deck | |
| All these ballers flossin' | |
| Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely | |
| You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin' | |
| Just for ten, thanks for the support | |
| Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off | |
| Let' s watch these playas act a fool | |
| Jhaz | |
| Let' s get me up on some Hen | |
| And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa | |
| ' Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty | |
| If we gon' smoke this weed | |
| We better push some more or these tapes | |
| It' s gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in | |
| Better hurry before it' s too late | |
| Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin' | |
| ' Cause it' s summer time | |
| Three deep in the fo' hoopty | |
| All around us, ballers in they rides | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| Brina | |
| Let' s roll to the studio | |
| Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast | |
| Seen enough ballers flossin' | |
| Time for us trues to get some cash | |
| One of these days sister' s pockets gon' be on swoll | |
| II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties | |
| Brina | |
| ' Cause I' m gon' get mine | |
| When I get paid off these here rhymes | |
| Jhaz | |
| And you can put that on your family | |
| I' m a put on my trues, we want this tape | |
| Player, recognize II Tru' s comin' to get you fools | |
| And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long | |
| And the ballers that' s flossin' in they rides | |
| Gon' be bumpin' to our songs | |
| Brina | |
| Another Windsor ' fore we part for the night | |
| Blaze it up, Jhaz | |
| Two hits, then you pass | |
| In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game | |
| We gon' change for them good thangs | |
| Let them floss, ' cause it' s all good until we get paid | |
| Ballers flossin' in their rides | |
| But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties |