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E-40 - Ballaholic lyrics
[e-40] You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight game You dig that? (straight game) i i come from the game baby y'know I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that? Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga Pimped-out all day you know hillside vallejo nigga You undersmell me? been speakin the real for many moons My niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to compton I'm in my fubu trunks, she in her gown Cause if some cats tryin to have at me, I sick the canine in the background I'm plannin on splittin my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple See i'm a baller, i got bars around the window Rottweilers, pits and (??) doberman pischers tanked up in the yard While the side of the pistol reads warning: beware of dog! You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they don't eat Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam (?) well i got crew Po'-po', thanks for weighin that shit at the roots Run with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatimean? Big nigga, the size of a football team I wear these glasses so that i can look like a square But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear Don't help me nigga, help the bear!! Me and my wales, we be coonin But see you the type of the nigga that'll go in the backroom And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin Yeah man, cause a real tycoon Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon Still northstar ridin, six-oh strikin Switch up v-s cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit If you're on it spend it like you mean it Uhh, (??) since i was ankle low to a centipede's claw I always wanted to play pro-baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport But instead i'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court Beotch! serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck how much curtis your shoe had Nigga your mud don't knead like mine! I bring the noise like a cymbal {*crash*} I fuck with (??), make you stick your pistol out the window Beotch! y'all oughta see me at the state fair Showin off in front of my grandma Win my little nieces one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there Nicknamed charlie but my street name is unc' Ballaholic like (??) nephew lil' (??) I know these streets like the task force know dope I am the streeets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked Ten percent, i paid my tax, forgive me for my sins Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe that's why i ain't go no ends You see, you niggaz real truant mayne Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game When we tryin to feed y'all somethin nutritional for the brain And nourish yo' game You see there's two type of niggaz in this world: Those that eat and those that don't What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash You dig? You can call me lawry's cause i'm seasoned I eat (?) out, but not when it's bleeding Don't get me wrong, i love sex but i don't play that part I love virginia, but not when the virginia's tart Toss me good, and i might dolce and gabbana it Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches I'm tryin to be nice to yo' ass I normally talk bad about you bitches And got sent to +tha hall of game+ buggin and bein notorious For slappin chickenheads upside they weave and what (??) Mayday mayday, they callin all patrol cars and units Be on the lookout for the hillside managler, (?????) I'd rather fly than ride amtrak When i make dollars i fuck with cee-lo, then go hard black Nigga i'm forsakin for the likes of rap Can't put out - like who? like a fat beotch I know you didn't say can't put out like a fats Yeah, cause we do this shit Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya Bat yo' g out the pocket Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin We all about dollars, and collar-poppin Nigga, beotch!!! Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga Undersmell this nigga If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby's momma's name Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me? Please believe in a nigga Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me? If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga, You undersmell me? youse a ballaholic Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels nigga Over at your house nigga in frisco nigga And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic You smell that nigga? ballaholics nigga Ballaholics fuck with sic-wid-it records nigga Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin game You undersmell that? please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz If youse a ballaholic, nigga (scream it like you mean it) Youse a baller, please believe that That's what a ballaholic is nigga We ball til we have it all you undersmell that? Rick rock, youse a ballaholic? My nigga, my nigga d-wiz a ballaholic Don't ever get it twitted nigga My nigga kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that? We some fools with it My nigga steve garvey, (??), you undersmell that? And that nigga muggsy you know he's a fuckin ballaholic Gold-tooth motherfuckin pretty boy floyd ass nigga I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though Fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya i'm in this motherfucker for life! V.. a.. l-l-h-o, l-i-c, it's me e-feeze-e L-i-c, it's me e-feeze-e Ballaholic beotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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