Mike Francis - Children of the Korn Lyrics

All I know is balling Is my calling
Nigga running up a check
Bih there ain't no time for stalling
If it ain't about the bands
Why's you talking
Young Nigga bout that play
Get pay

Cruising down this yellow brick road
Swerving vogues
Making the trunk explode
When the bass jump out the stereo
Its that Nigga from the dirt below
Who ya'll remember po'
Ol' dingy clothes
With the wrinkles in Jabo's
Now that ain't the case no mo'
Young nigga stacking pringles
Like a ol gringo
Snagga toothed smiling
Like my grill shining
Throwback Ochocinco
I'm balling word to Domingo
Nigga plotting on the top
Bout to Finna pick out the Shingles
Now if a Nigga want smoke,
I got that Rickey Steamboat
Smoking in that Scarecrow
You don't wanna see my wings show
Make Niggas grab peak flows
When I make them go peep flows
Then I just range the body count by letter
(HA)
Bingo
Behold
A Nigga from the bottom
Done rose
Beyond your bitch
Being on my dick
A Nigga know he been chose
I Might just Glist out the wrist
Like shit be good for the soul
Chips must come with the dip
I got the drip with the gold
Came a long way
A stroll
From them dirt back road
Broke them curses
Like its magic
Shaq attack the backboards,
Went and faced with my demons
And they ain't so bad bro
Plus they all brought fire to smoke
Damn we need to match more
(YEAHH)

All I know is balling is my calling
Nigga running up a check
Bih there ain't no time for stalling
If it ain't about the bands, why you talking
Young Nigga bout that play
Get pay
Execute the plan
Then gone stack up the paper
Hustle is the motive
That's all in a Nigga nature
Started from the bottom
Now I'm over skyscrapers
Rollin through the f*cking clouds
While they grounded catching vapors

Domino Domino
Like pimp I'm knocking down doors
Bossed up on them f*ckers
Who had the nerve to go down bro
Took the Ben for a spin
And a nigga doubled the mileage hoe
Went and turned the shit to a profit
I'm such a prophet yo
Stick to guide the all seeing eye
Finesse through obstacles
If you can't see me rolling
Ya need to fix up ya opticals
I keep one In a few holes
Treat the shit like a stockage hold
Now watch me take a quarter back
Run it up like an option
(WHOOAAH)

All I know is balling is my calling
Nigga running up a check
Bih there ain't no time for stalling
If it ain't about the bands
Why's you talking
Young Nigga bout that play
Get pay
Execute the plan
Then gone stack on up the paper
Hustle is the motive
That's all in a Nigga nature
Started from the bottom
Now I'm over skyscrapers
Rolling through the f*cking clouds
While you grounded catching vapors