E-40 - Ballaholic lyrics

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown Is it some cats tryin'a have at me or is it the canine and the batteram Plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gone be too simple See I'm a baller, I've got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads Warning � Beware of Dogs Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, n***a leap Like to neglect my dogs, starve �em, sometimes they don't eat Elroys questioning me about my triple beam � officer, I got proof! Po-Po! That's for weighing nuts and fruits! Run with a whole bunch of rugged-a** rowdy knuckleheads � know what I mean Big n***as � the size of a football team I wear these gla**es so 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 whales, we be coonin' � but see you the type of n***a that go in the back room and Beep yo'self and act like yo' pager's boomin (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) I'll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's toe I always wanted to flow 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 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 I f** with 40 nem, make ya stick yo' pistol out the window Y'all otta see me at the state fair showin' off in front of my broad tryin'a win my little nieces One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL! Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little Darryl I know the streets like the task force know dope I am the streets my ghetto pa** can't be revoked Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that's why I ain't got no wind (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned I eat crevey � but not when it's bleedin' 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 And if it's good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it Gave yo' a** some bread and let you go buy up some sh** Callin' yo'self takin' advantage of my riches I'm tryin'a be nice to yo' a**, I normally talk bad about you b**hes Inducted into the hall of game back in the via Notorious for slappin' chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokia Mayday mayday I can't call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout for the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I'm in Dallas I f** with C-Bo and Go Hard Black Maka opera singer want to write some raps I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) If you's a ballaholic�you's a baller.