e 40 - ballaholic lyrics
you know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game
you dig that? i come from the game baby, y’know
i come from this motherf-cker, you undersmell that?
aya, and you know, it’s like this n-gg-
pimped-out all day you know hillside vallejo n-gg-
you undersmell me? been speakin’ the real for many moons
my n-gg-z in the 7 0 7 on down to compton
i’m in my fubu drawers, 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, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard
with a sign on the fence that reads, “warning: beware of dog”
you play the frog if you feel froggish n-gg- leap
i neglect my dogs, starvin’, sometimes they don’t eat
elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, i got proof
po’-po’, that’s for weighin’ nuts and fruits
run wit’ a whole bunch of rugged rowdy–ss knuckleheads
knowhatimean?
big n-gg-, the size of a football team
i wear these gl-sses so that i can look like a square
but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear
don’t help me n-gg-, help the bear
me and my wales, we be c–nin’
but see you the type of the n-gg-
that’ll go in the backroom
and beep yo’self and act like yo’ pager boomin’
yeah man, ’cause a real tyc–n
gon’ take this sh-t 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 n-gg- cup, fill it up with paper
’cause we ballaholics b-tch, ain’t that quiet about this sh-t
if you’re on it spend it like you mean it
uhh, i’ll have you
ever 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
b-tch, serious about my rock shrine
i don’t give a f-ck, how much courage juice you had
n-gg- yo’ mug don’t mean like mine
i bring the noise like a cymbal
i f-ck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
b-tch, y’all oughta see me at the state fair
showin’ off in front of my broad, tryin’ to win my lil’ nieces
one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there
nicknamed charlie but my street name is earl
ballaholic like felix mitch-ll nephew lil’ darrell
i know these streets like the task force know dope
i am the streets, my ghetto p-ss can’t be revoked
ten percent, i paid my t-thes, 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z in this world
those that eat and those that don’t
what type of n-gg- is you, you know? you see we got the tyc–n 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 crevice, but not when it’s bleeding
don’t get me wrong, i love s-x 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’ -ss some bread, and let you go buy up some sh-t
callin’ yourself takin’ advantage of my riches
i’m tryin’ to be nice to yo’ -ss, i normally talk bad about you b-tches
invested to “tha hall of game” buggin’ and bein’ notorious
for slappin’ chickenheads upside they weave-a with my nokia
mayday mayday, callin’ all patrol cars and units
be on the lookout for the hillside managler, 40-water the ballaholic
i’d rather fly than ride amtrak
when i’m in dallas i f-ck with [incomprehensible], and go hard black
make an opera singer wanna write some raps
papered up, like who? like a fax, b-tch
i know you didn’t say papered up like a fats
yeah, ’cause we do this sh-t
up off the ground on a pitcher’s mound
slidin’, to the bad catcher, able to sn-tch ya
bat yo’ g out the pocket
run it again with a n-gg- that’s in the socket
and it ain’t my problem, if the hoe hollerin’
we all about dollars and collar-poppin’
n-gg-, b-tch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic n-gg-
undersmell this n-gg-
if you got your vehicle in your baby’s momma’s name
n-gg- youse a ballaholic, n-gg- you undersmell me?
please believe in a n-gg-
ballaholic n-gg-, you undersmell me?
if you sittin’ on gold tennis shoe slippers n-gg-
you undersmell me? you’se a ballaholic
don’t ever get it twisted n-gg-, yeah
if you put ten thousand down on some jewels n-gg-
over at your house n-gg- in frisco n-gg-
and go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic
you smell that n-gg-? ballaholics n-gg-
ballaholics f-ck with sic-wid-it records n-gg-
ballaholics listen to that mob sh-t n-gg-
we stick to the rules and regulations of this motherf-ckin’ game
you undersmell that? please believe it, b-tch–ss n-gg-z
if youse a ballaholic, n-gg-, scream it like you mean it
youse a baller, please believe that, that’s what a ballaholic is n-gg-
we ball ’til we have it all you undersmell that?
rick rock, youse a ballaholic?
my n-gg-, my n-gg- d-wiz a ballaholic
don’t ever get it twitted n-gg-
my n-gg- kaveo in the motherf-cker with me you undersmell that?
we some fools with it
my n-gg- steve garvey, [incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
and that n-gg- muggsy you know he’s a f-ckin’ ballaholic
gold-tooth motherf-ckin’ pretty boy floyd -ss n-gg-
i love you to death motherf-cker, f-ck ya though
f-ck ya, f-ck ya, f-ck ya, i’m in this motherf-cker 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 b-tch
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