Squeeze Your Balls

[Verse 1: Baby S & King T]
All of y'all sit back, relax, I take you to the olden time
When rap rhymes wasn't the only thing I had on my mind
Pushin' nickel sacks of stress, oh how can I get rich?
Hm - turned on the mic and turn out yo trick, don't switch
Stayin' true is what I'm in this game to do
Cause Hollywood seems to get around like the flu
Yeah and most of all, most of y'all bitch-made
So Baby S and King T emerge from the shizznade
And put it in the air like the chronic you smoke
The westside baby loc and T goin' for broke
So like, peep it how we deal it, keep it if you feel it
All the set-trippin, kill it, it only takes a minute
For uh, King Tee to set the party at ease
Grab the Silver Satin, roll up some weed
Snatch a hoodrat with a proper-ass weave
And dash to the floor and boogie with the rest of the Gs

[Hook: Baby S]
To all my niggas, get involved
To all my bitches, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
To all my bitches, get involved
To all my niggas, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls

[Verse 2: King T & Baby S]
Hey Baby S, I get stressed with these punks on the tube
They wanna be me (me) they wanna be you
(They wanna-be's) That's the only thing that's true
I swing through, hit 'em with the bomb like Pooh
When I'm dippin' in my hood with my powder blue Brougham
Ticklin' the switches, Daytons all chrome
Can't leave it alone, keep 'em bouncin' at the crib
But hold up Baby S, tell 'em what you did
I touched the blue moon, my body feels numb
Cause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to come
One love for my family, immediate killers
The ones I trust to count my figures while I'm sippin' on liquor
Blazin' on some sticky green where I'm put up on the scene
Up and down, King stuck up in some young teen
So many dream, we fiend for a woman with cream
Dippin' in my gangsta lean like your video screen

[Hook: Baby S]
To all my niggas, get involved
To all my bitches, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
To all my bitches, get involved
To all my niggas, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls

[Verse 3: Baby S & King T]
Now listen, what you hear is not a test
It's that realer from the west named Baby S
And I got the gangsta gangsta hit
Makin lil busters wanna write and other brothers fight
But they can't sound like the niggaroe supreme
Droppin' bombs every time I done stepped on the scene
Seems my only dream is for platinum plus
And in God we trust, I gotta do it in a rush
Trust we gon' bust, trust we gon' sell
Cause all through I-A plus the county jail
That nigga King T known for stackin' his mail
Sittin in [?], waitin' on my bail
California, haters let me warn ya
Them two killers gamin' up on ya
King T and Baby S navigatin' through the west
All hoods, all sets, some Gs on deck

[Hook: Baby S]
To all my niggas, get involved
To all my bitches, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
To all my bitches, get involved
To all my niggas, get involved
And if you're down with smokin' stress, chronic weed or cess
Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls