Wanna Be A Baller Freestyle - Slim Thug

I’m finally getting what’s mine

From being out on the grind

It’s Slim Thug time to shine in nineteen ninety nine

I’m still behind the ballar best when I drank I smoke

I wanna float over seas in a candy coat boat

Six TVs with remote me and my two nephews

Acting fools looking cool

Watching the Blues Clues

My bezel seen with the cross

The big boss I floss

When I open up my mouth

I rep the north and the the south

See I’m headed to The Kappa

On fo' swangas and the dappas

And I’m the hating ho slappa'

And flow pro rapper

It’s the Mister Slim Thug

Straight about the stead

Watch me pop the trunk drop and the top and turn some heads

I can weigh the flat bed

On my off the mic trophy

Make my Vouges smokey if a fat ho approach me

I’mma let my trunk dance

And my fifth deep wheel sleep

About twenty slabs deep

Blow a Swish on beat

I’m a creep

And that boy crawl

Watch me ball up and down the sea wall

Standing six six tall so you couldn’t miss me

And I’mma talk down

On every single ho that dis me

I done shined up the gold grin

Me and and all my friends

Them fell in about ten at the Victorian Inn

Freshly pressed in my Guess

I got the «S» on my chest

I sip the drank and smoke the cess

To release all stress

Gucci shades on my braids

Gotta stay playa made

Getting paid and getting laid

I parked the drop in the shade

I’m Polo from head to toe when I open my do'

Smell like fresh Optimo straight out the Stop’n’Go sto'

See I’m a ho that can flow

So bitch bob your head

I wreck the mic and make you hype

Until I’m dead or gone Fed

It’s the Mister Slim Thug and I just can’t quit

And I ain’t broke it baby for my boy big pic

Only lock I ain’t forgot about it rocking the drop

The Swishahouse done wreck shop

And got chopped by the Watts

See I’m squashing all chatter cause it really don’t matter

You can see me on TV with that boy Mad Hatter

At the Kappa

On the damn mission

Might flip the Linc or the big Expedition

My diamonds gon' glisten

From the beam of the sun

I wanted to be a baller

Since I first turned one

Call me the top gun

You can call me fresh

But I won’t rest till I get call the best

I’ll make you say oh yes

That boy’s a clown

I’mma show surround when I hit the chocolate town

Watch me put it down

For the side that I claim

Ride swanging paint squeezing chains pinky rang

Like leo I go fo I’ma, I’ma brake them boys off

To remain to gain fame for my dawgs out the north