"Ball" lyrics
[Tech N9ne:]
Another story from my house on 5816 Forest
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
The school I be say Troost
Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice
He let the beats play every day, it'd give me a boost
Then the decay of the DJ I see shake loose
From hip hop he started to flip rocks, the mixin' records, 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
[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
[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
[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
[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
Another story from my house on 5816 Forest
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
The school I be say Troost
Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice
He let the beats play every day, it'd give me a boost
Then the decay of the DJ I see shake loose
From hip hop he started to flip rocks, the mixin' records, 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
[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
[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
[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
[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
Writer(s): Aaron Dontez Yates, John Patrick Winkler
