lowdown

[Intro: Ball Jones & (Female)
Nigga, wake yo' motherfuckin' ass up
(What? Hey, bitch, what is you doin' with my pistol?)

(What is you doin'? Get that out my motherfuckin' face)

Motherfucker, you 'bout to lay it down, man
(What is wrong with you?)
I'm sick of this shit, Ball, I'm sick of this shit

(Oh, man, there you go with that bullshit)
You always runnin' around with that shit
(Get the gun out my face)
You got me fucked up

(Get the gun out my motherfuckin' face)
You got me fucked up

(What is this shit about now?)
Man, you's a...
(What is, what?)
Man, I'm finna show you
(Get this shit out my face)
I'm finna show you
[Chorus: Ball Jones & (Female)

You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)
Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker
You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)
Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker (Uh)

Haters see me ridin' by and they bringin' they neck

Niggas swangin' wide and they tryna make me wreck
I'm on the go and movin' and I can't look back
I'm so throwed in the Matrix that I can't react
I got money that I counted and I can't restack
Got a piece that I designed and bought a chain with that
I got hoes out they drawers and got they brains with that
Seen a man whuppin' his gal and I couldn't blame the cat
I just bought the brand new Jordans with a matchin' Nike hat

B-Dub got a pinky ring and put some ice in that

D.T. bought a 600 and took that bitch back
Worldwide smokin' pounds, what? Man, fuck a sack
Now we black-owned, independent, spendin', now we grinnin'

Ridin' up the pike in cars with pretty broads in 'em
Handin' out dollars to the little, small children
And you hoes talkin' 'bout that I'm a sorry-ass nigga
[Chorus: Ball Jones & (Female)

You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)
Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker
You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)

Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker

They call me everything but a child of God
In the paint for the rebound and I'm foulin' hard
I'ma get down for the get down and find a spot
Where they love me and comin' back to make it hot
Man, I carry like a running back, hate me not

Niggas see me in the streets and wanna take a shot

They lock me up in jail, my people break me out
I don't wine and dine hoes, hoes take me out
I don't wear designer clothes, that shit can't be out
I'm impressed by amounts on your bank account
I don't stress under pressure, 'cause I'm pressurin' myself
Ain't no mirrors in my house, 'cause I'm scared of myself

My game so advanced, I got ahead of myself

High dice when we roll, 'cause I bet on myself

I ain't never did nothin' that I'll ever regret
And I'll prolly be somebody that you'll never forget, 'cause I'm a
[Chorus: Ball Jones & (Female)
You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)
Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker
You's a low down, dirty, no good
Sorry-ass, no workin', street hustler (You stupid motherfucker)
Cheap-ass, no class (Bitch, I'ma whup yo' ass)

Nigga, you ain't shit, 'cause you a crooked motherfucker

[Verse 3: Ball Jones & (Female)
I'm the kind of baby daddy all baby mamas hate

I'm the only motherfucker that's gon' have somethin' to say
I'm the one you can't trust and it's games I don't play

Even if I chose you, I did it in a player way
Bitch, you really need to stay in your place and don't say shit
Get outta my face and find some other nigga to play with
(Get outta my house and find some other ho to stay with)
I'm finna lay it down (Find some other ho to lay with)
(You ain't shit) Mama, man (And you can be replaced)
(Put your hands on me and you can catch a case)
Girl, I gave you a taste of the good life (So what?)
I'm a low down-ass nigga, but I showed you so much

(Your shit is fucked up) Girl, you better watch your tone
You can't disrespect me, bitch, I'm Ball Jones

(Hoes do what they can, I do what I want)
You runnin' your mouth, so, okay, what's your point?
(You low down)