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e-40 - ball out lyrics

[chorus]
i just wanna ball out with the squad
(with the squad at the bar with the stars and the cars out)
i just wanna ball out
(and when i walk in, bring every item in the mall out)
i just wanna ball out
(i’m like flying all the time, no sleep, i’ma do it for my n-ggas)
i just wanna ball out
(i be grindin’ every day and all night, i’m a real go getter)

let me show you how we do it, mayne, e-40

[verse 1: e-40]
under-spots, bat caves, digital beams and scanners
gumbo pots, microwaves, ride down windows and cameras
recon, swivel, stepping on that yatchy
your money funny like a tickle, i make a thousand stacks an hour
i’m still connected like a rattle, still got a line on that there powder
i’m not a judge but got a jury, ballin’ like stephen curry
get you up outta here in a hurry if i must (blaow!)
most of the time fools be worried ’cause they jealous their b-tch on me
’cause i’m wavy without the brush, no murray’s (grease)
power player, no bench press, just burpies (beast)
eating pistachios, cleaning my ak
smoking me weed and bumping me reggae
all work no play play, i be gone ’til november, i’m leaving may
the best thing i want y’all to do for me is pray
that i make it home and get back safely one day
i’m a for real -ss hustla, i stay on the f-cking case
i’ma ball ’til i have it all (’til what?) ’til i fall on my f-cking face
biatch!

[verse 2: chip$ black]
so lame, no game, lockout, no key
you tryna smoke with no tree
no fatigue, you so weak
sidewalk, you not street
sit down, no feet
dunkin’ on ’em, no 3
blowouts, no ot
chip$ black take your b-tch on the under, low-key
money up, no sleep
my head back, nosebleeds
cement 3’s, og
doty, i’m all in
picture me rollin’
2pac i’m blowin’
keith sweat, i’m so smooth
chilli palmer, be cool
made it clear, see through
backshot, re-do
i show you preview, you better duck, d2
i’m d1, you d2, homeboy, i don’t see you
anyway, my team on dream all you wanna be
halloween, jamie lee curtis, jackson, catch 50
tyson on this mic, armstrong on this bike
pedal to the metal, gear solid, you just all hype

[verse 3: nikatine da king]
no pencil or paper, banker only kind a live with
doctor, chopper, bed surgeon if we think he feel right
having no money concussion leave ya head hurtin’
good community, i rest in peace like a dead person
crib look like a mansion compared to y’all house
focus on money, you focus on me, what y’all about
trees and backwoods like i live in a log house
yeah, i been to your house sperm in your broad’s mouth
ain’t even gon’ lie, she showed me a dope time
pay-per-view, showtime, charged her like my phone died
entourage clothesline, homie stay on your grind
could be where i was at two years ago with no time
backwoods, feeling it, we dark silhouette
my name nikatine da king and i don’t smoke cigarettes
but i smoke n-ggas, i’m addictive, get the b-tches wet
i got a joke for you: money – y’all don’t get it yet?

- e 40 lyrics

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