E-40 - Ballaholic Lyrics
[e-40]You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight gameYou dig that? (straight game) I i come from the game baby yknowI come from this mother*****er, you undersmell that?Aya, and you know, its like this niggaPimped-out all day you know hillside vallejo niggaYou undersmell me? been speakin the real for many moonsMy niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to comptonIm in my fubu trunks, she in her gownCause if some cats tryin to have at me,I sick the canine in the backgroundIm plannin on splittin my crown but it aint gon be too simpleSee Im a baller, I got bars around the windowRottweilers, pits and (? ? ) doberman pischers tanked up in the yardWhile the side of the pistol reads warning: beware of dog!You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leapI neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they dont eatElroy speak to me about my triple-beam (? ) well I got crewPo-po, thanks for weighin that shit at the rootsRun with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatimean?Big nigga, the size of a football teamI wear these glasses so that I can look like a squareBut if you ever see me in a fight with a bearDont help me nigga, help the bear!!Me and my wales, we be cooninBut see you the type of the nigga thatll go in the backroomAnd beep yoself and act like yo pager boominYeah man, cause a real tycoonGon take this shit from the flo to the moonStill northstar ridin, six-oh strikinSwitch up v-s cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkieBut keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in checkSo if you gon fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paperCause we ballaholics *****, aint that quiet about this shitIf youre on it spend it like you mean itUhh, (? ? ) since I was ankle low to a centipedes clawI always wanted to play pro-baseballWeepolization family, thats my favorite sportBut instead Im back and forth to jail and in and out of courtBeotch! serious about my rock shrineI dont give a ***** how much curtis your shoe hadNigga your mud dont knead like mine!I bring the noise like a cymbal {*crash*}I ***** with (? ? ), make you stick your pistol out the windowBeotch! yall oughta see me at the state fairShowin off in front of my grandmaWin my little nieces one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes thereNicknamed charlie but my street name is uncBallaholic like (? ? ) nephew lil (? ? )I know these streets like the task force know dopeI am the streeets, my ghetto pass cant be revokedTen percent, I paid my tax, forgive me for my sinsSmoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe thats why I aint go no endsYou see, you niggaz real truant mayneRunnin around here puttin a black eye in the gameWhen we tryin to feed yall somethin nutritional for the brainAnd nourish yo gameYou see theres two type of niggaz in this world:Those that eat and those that dontWhat type of nigga is you, you know?You see we got the tycoon statusBig hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trashYou dig?You can call me lawrys cause Im seasonedI eat (? ) out, but not when its bleedingDont get me wrong, I love sex but I dont play that partI love virginia, but not when the virginias tartToss me good, and I might dolce and gabbana itGave yo ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shitCallin yourself takin advantage of my richesIm tryin to be nice to yo assI normally talk bad about you *****esAnd got sent to +tha hall of game+ buggin and bein notoriousFor slappin chickenheads upside they weave and what (? ? )Mayday mayday, they callin all patrol cars and unitsBe on the lookout for the hillside managler, (? ? ? ? ? )Id rather fly than ride amtrakWhen I make dollars I ***** with cee-lo, then go hard blackNigga Im forsakin for the likes of rapCant put out - like who? like a fat beotchI know you didnt say cant put out like a fatsYeah, cause we do this shitUp off the ground on a pitchers moundSlidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch yaBat yo g out the pocketRun it again with a nigga thats in the socketAnd it aint my problem, if the hoe hollerinWe all about dollars, and collar-poppinNigga, beotch!!!Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic niggaUndersmell this niggaIf you got your ve-hi-cle in your babys mommas nameNigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?Please believe in a niggaBallaholic nigga, you undersmell me?If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga,You undersmell me? youse a ballaholicDont ever get it twisted nigga, yeahIf you put ten thousand down on some je-wels niggaOver at your house nigga in frisco niggaAnd go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholicYou smell that nigga? ballaholics niggaBallaholics ***** with sic-wid-it records niggaBallaholics listen to that mob shit niggaWe stick to the rules and regulations of this mother*****in gameYou undersmell that? please believe it, *****-ass niggazIf youse a ballaholic, nigga (scream it like you mean it)Youse a baller, please believe thatThats what a ballaholic is niggaWe ball til we have it all you undersmell that?Rick rock, youse a ballaholic?My nigga, my nigga d-wiz a ballaholicDont ever get it twitted niggaMy nigga kaveo in the mother*****er with me you undersmell that?We some fools with itMy nigga steve garvey, (? ? ), you undersmell that?And that nigga muggsy you know hes a *****in ballaholicGold-tooth mother*****in pretty boy floyd ass niggaI love you to death mother*****er, ***** ya though***** ya ***** ya ***** ya Im in this mother*****er for life!V.. a.. l-l-h-o, l-i-c, its me e-feeze-eL-i-c, its me e-feeze-eBallaholic beotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
