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[Lil' Matt] This is the way we ball Welcome to the South Where bitches pick up grain Where bitches get framed But I got famed for bein so lame I change my last name (Why) cause I hated Mata It sounded kinda gay I joined the Mireles family It sounded kinda cool but then it kinda grooled (How) let's say it just came to it's doom But then joined (What) the Morales family It sounded even better but it got kinda shredded (How) let's say they went to a fuckin better place But then I joined the Palomo family It real fuckin sucked But I don't really care I don't like fuckin fares But then I went my fuckin own way Then I met a friend (Who) his name was Stray But he told me he gon go his way (Where) let's say he went to a better place Where he became to be the best He was representatin the West I hate the fuckin West where we see some pests Letras de cancionesHe still fuckin alive I'm happy But I hate the West That's when I became a Southsider Then I met a friend wit my cousin (Where) at Whatabuger (What's his name) his name was Big HG At least he didn't die I would be down like a fly Like Dj Spanish Fly That's when I was at Houston Even at Screwstum I never met Dj Screw but he was friends wit Lil' Flip and his crew My other friend Dj Quiztid Rhymez Always got high He neva eva even tried Couldn't even squash a fly Like foes Jim, Jess and Jike Never been off my throne Bitch you'll be chromed Can't forget the life that got fuckin stoled with Jimmy Jones Pimped out my phone I pimped out my girlfriend (Who) Merlyn she fuckin left me cause I started rappin I got all princess cutz all in my mouth Representatin the Dirty Dirty South My third friend Chris the Wist had a bad wrist Couldn't even twist My forth friend Yung Rappa Neva left me Always on my side Like a side kick With a great big dick My fifth friend Lil' Crippa was always on the crib He always wanted to be on BET with Tigga with no rib My sixth friend Willy Wooh Wigga ain't a nigga He was a bitch but changed a lot and became a man He was a good friend like school friend Stan My seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth friend Where the Texas Mafias First one I met was Koopsta He neva eva eva eva won as koopa troopa The second one I met was Big Jamez He had good grillz but always got blamed The third one I met was Lil' Crippa's older brother Crippsta He was like his brother but better lookin and shit The last but not least was Lil' Rap He was one of my best friends for life Lil' Rap was one of the best rappin son of a bitch He was a good rapper even a good slapper He would even crap anywhere If I die I'ma be in heaven where neva happin Like Rick Jackson I'ma stay in the game and tell you that this is the way we ball From Letras Mania