[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 motherf**er, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this n***a
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo n***a
You undersmell me? Been speakin the real for many moons
My n***as 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***a 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 with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-a** knuckleheads, knahwhatImean?
Big n***a, the size of a football team
I wear these gla**es 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***a, help the bear!!
Me and my wales, we be coonin
But see you the type of the n***a 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 sh** 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***a cup, fill it up with paper
Cause we ballaholics b**h, ain't that quiet about this sh**
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
BEOTCH! Serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a f** how much courage juice you had
n***a yo' mug don't mean like mine!
I bring the noise like a cymbal {*CRASH*}
I f** with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
BEOTCH! 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 Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell
I know these streets like the Task Force know dope
I am the streeets, my ghetto pa** can't be revoked
Ten percent, I paid my tithes, 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***as 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***as in this world:
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of n***a 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 crevice, but not when it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love s** 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' a** some bread, and let you go buy up some sh**
Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches
I'm tryin to be nice to yo' a**
I normally talk bad about you b**hes
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** with (?), and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some raps
Papered up - like who? Like a fax BEOTCH
I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
(Yeah I did, yeah I did) Yeah, cause we do this sh**
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 n***a that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the ho hollerin
We all about dollars, and collar-poppin
n***a, BEOTCH!!!
Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic n***a
Undersmell this n***a
If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby's momma's name
n***a youse a ballaholic, n***a you undersmell me?
Please believe in a n***a
Ballaholic n***a, you undersmell me?
If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers n***a
You undersmell me? Youse a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted n***a, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels n***a
Over at your house n***a in Frisco n***a
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic
You smell that n***a? Ballaholics n***a
Ballaholics f** with Sic-Wid-It records n***a
Ballaholics listen to that mob sh** n***a
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherf**in game
You undersmell that? Please believe it, b**h-a** n***as
IF YOUSE A BALLAHOLIC, n***a (scream it like you mean it)
Youse a baller, please believe that
That's what a ballaholic is n***a
We ball til we have it all you undersmell that?
Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My n***a, my n***a D-Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted n***a
My n***a Kaveo in the motherf**er with me you undersmell that?
We some fools with it
My n***a Steve Garvey, (??), you undersmell that?
And that n***a Muggsy you know he's a f**in ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherf**in pretty boy Floyd a** n***a
I love you to d**h motherf**er, f** ya though
f** ya f** ya f** ya I'm in this MOTHERfu*kER 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!