C-Bo, born Shawn “Cowboy” Thomas on 1971 in the Garden Block area of Sacram… Read Full Bio ↴C-Bo, born Shawn “Cowboy” Thomas on 1971 in the Garden Block area of Sacramento, California. He has sold over 3.5 million albums independently since 1993. He is currently signed to West Coast Mafia Records. C-Bo, notoriously known for his relationship with law enforcement, was one of the first rappers to be jailed due to his lyrical content, a scathing critique of political officials and police on his track "Deadly Game", and unsuccessfully argued for appeal 3 times, while gaining nationwide attention for arguably his most successful mainstream album. He was arrested in California in 1998, under the suspicion that his violent rap lyrics violated his parole. He then in Ohio, rapped his court statement to the presiding judge, who gave C-Bo probation on the condition that he also rap in a Public Service Announcement. Apart from his extensive work as a solo artist he has also worked with a wide variety of known Rappers such as Tupac Shakur, E-40, Yukmouth, Spice 1, Tech N9ne, Dru Down, Kokane, Daz Dillinger and Brotha Lynch Hung. C-Bo is also part of the bay-area super group Thug Lordz, along with frequent collaborators Spice 1 and Yukmouth.
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Professional Ballers
C-Bo Lyrics

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Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us
Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin' who we're bailin'
Kentucky Texas ATL strikin' in a Lexus
The nigga that want to test this
Thought this shit was shut down thought this shit was dead like Makaveli
Cali legends keep it goin', bout this player shit I'm knowin'
Haters, I know you're bumpin' this shit so here's another daltz
From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California's most

We don't need no practice, no theatrics
Bout the way we be livin' with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it
Tryin' to stack my riches like Bill Gates
Servin' raw and uncut caine so you can't hate
Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass
But we be Professional Ballers hittin' at the top-notch ass
Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope

[Chorus: x2]
We steady countin' our money, on a mission to ball
All the things we dream we want to see before we call
So we pack heavy, push Chevy's, makin' the 'fetti
If you're ready to holler at a Professional Baller

Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit
Off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus we're hidin'
Astronauts, turnin' in shit for the soldiers that recop
Shoot outta state pushin' killer Cali rocks
Big wreckin' ball nuts and you can notify the monks
I be flossin' in gators, maybe ??? ???
Tennis shoes, press our shit
Aliens gank and flew, runnin' out to see you
With the loot

Yeah
West Coast Mafia, bitch
Everybody else can suck a dick

I'm steadily tryin' to get my bail on
Tapped me up on the cell phone, it ain't far
Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ??? so back up off me
The K-I-double L-A T-A-why, call me the locster
Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics
Respect game, with or without these gold chains
We're sure the West got shit sold
From the rap game to the cocaine, come get some
Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen
Payin' 'em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja
No pretendin', we're steady ballin'

[Chorus]

From the Valley to the Bay, I'm known for stackin' chips
My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit
'74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip
Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don't trip
Makin' moves, pushin' luxuries to ol' schools
I spit the A-1, that's why my pockets weigh a tonne
And my crew be Mafioso's, high performance and low-lows
Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe

Who keep it knockin' with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin'
We're rockin', Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest
Player that you spot, duck or dodge?
It's all, turn the Impalas all skirty
Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted
Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
With my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz
Ready to bust and make it happen fo' sho', so stack G's
With them 8-ball gangstas
And the young mack knees and that's for sheez

[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C-Bo's song "Professional Ballers" tell the story of a group of successful and powerful men who call themselves Professional Ballers. They are from all over the country, including Kentucky, Texas, Atlanta, and California, and they are known for their flashy cars and expensive lifestyle. The lyrics boast of their power and their ability to make money, and they suggest that they are untouchable by anyone who tries to challenge them. The chorus repeats multiple times, emphasizing their mission to ball and make money.

The lyrics of the song convey a sense of power, wealth, and confidence, and they serve to glorify the lifestyle of the Professional Ballers. The lines "We don't need no practice, no theatrics, Bout the way we be livin' with the Mafia tactics" suggest that the ballers are not only wealthy, but also have some sort of criminal underworld connections. The lyrics also emphasize the importance of loyalty to their crew and the profession of balling, suggesting that they are part of a larger group of people who are all living the same extravagant lifestyle.

Overall, "Professional Ballers" is an ode to wealth, success, and power, with lyrics that celebrate a certain type of lifestyle and the people who live it. The swaggering lyrics are delivered with an air of confidence that suggests that success is the only option for those who pursue it.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us
Women are taking the lead and proving to men that they are unstoppable

Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin' who we're bailin'
We are called Professional Ballers, and our loyalty lies with those who have our back

Kentucky Texas ATL strikin' in a Lexus
We are moving around in our Lexus, hitting up places like Kentucky, Texas, and Atlanta

The nigga that want to test this
Anyone who wants to challenge us will regret it

Thought this shit was shut down thought this shit was dead like Makaveli
People thought we were gone and done, but we're back just like Tupac when he was resurrected as Makaveli

Cali legends keep it goin', bout this player shit I'm knowin'
We are California legends keeping the game going, and we know how to live like players

Haters, I know you're bumpin' this shit so here's another daltz
People who hate on us secretly enjoy our music, so here's another track to listen to

From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from California's most
Whether you're from the Bay Area or South Central California, you've definitely heard of us

We don't need no practice, no theatrics
We don't need to rehearse or put on a show, our lifestyle is all the proof we need

Bout the way we be livin' with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it
We live life like a mafia, and I'm always working hard to succeed

Tryin' to stack my riches like Bill Gates
Our goal is to become wealthy like Bill Gates

Servin' raw and uncut caine so you can't hate
We're selling pure cocaine, so there's no reason to hate on our product

Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass
It makes me angry when people try to copy or steal from me

But we be Professional Ballers hittin' at the top-notch ass
We are Professional Ballers and we go after the best things in life

Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke
We're passing around a joint, taking a hit of weed

Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope
We exhale the smoke calmly because we're too much for others to handle

We steady countin' our money, on a mission to ball
We're always counting our money and focused on living a lavish lifestyle

All the things we dream we want to see before we call
We want to experience everything we dream of before we die

So we pack heavy, push Chevy's, makin' the 'fetti
We're carrying guns, driving Chevy cars, and making a lot of money

If you're ready to holler at a Professional Baller
If you're ready to hang out with someone living the high life, get in touch with a Professional Baller

From the Valley to the Bay, I'm known for stackin' chips
Everyone from the San Fernando Valley to the Bay Area knows that I make a lot of money

My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit
My Mercedes 500 car is cool, with an AMG engine upgrade

'74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip
I have a 1974 Chevrolet Caprice convertible with gold rims

Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers don't trip
My car is candy-coated and I don't worry about anything because I'm a Professional Baller

Who keep it knockin' with mean choppers? My niggas keep it poppin'
We have big guns and are always ready for anything

It's all, turn the Impalas all skirty
We're turning our Impalas around quickly

Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn
We sold all of our product, two quarters of an ounce and half of an eighth

Ready to bust and make it happen fo' sho', so stack G's
We're ready to succeed and make things happen, so we're saving up money

And the young mack knees and that's for sheez
We have young guys on our team who are ready to succeed too

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MARVALESS, JAMAL ROCKER, RICARDO THOMAS, SHAWN THOMAS, VITTORIO PIZZO

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