Wanna Be a Baller

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Patrick Lamark Hawkins (December 4, 1970 – February 3, 1998), better known by his stage name Fat Pat (also known as Mr. Fat Pat), was a rapper from Houston, Texas who was a member of DEA (Dead End Alliance) with his brother John "Big Hawk" Hawkins and DJ Screw, and an original member of the Screw… more »

Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH 
I'ma    baller  I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller Octane hauler, not a leader not follower Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes 
Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH 
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah we got love Blowin sticky green we flow through and above 
Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH 
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin Puttin it in your face, and that's for real Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with my own thugs Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound 
Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH 
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older -- man it got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me Every time I'm comin out, niggaz they want to sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ?? Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the den
The boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movie Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH 
I hit the highway Everything's my way, I par-le Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about? Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors Mansion doors -- I constantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes Lord knows -- ain't no time to play Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.

Want to be a baller shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight  gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH

Written by: BRUCE ISAAC RHODES, JARVIS LEMON, JOHN EDWARD HAWKINS, PATRICK L. HAWKINS, TERENCE GLEN PREJEAN, TROY BIRKLETT

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