Текст (слова) песни: E-40 - Ballaholic

 
[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 motherfucker, you undersmell that? 
Aya, and you know, it`s like this nigga 
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga 
You undersmell me? Been speakin the real for many moons 
My niggaz 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 nigga 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-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatImean? 
Big nigga, the size of a football team 
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square 
but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear 
don`t help me nigga, help the bear!! 
Me and my wales, we be coonin 
But see you the type of the nigga 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 shit 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 nigga cup, fill it up with paper 
	cause we ballaholics bitch, ain`t that quiet about this shit 
	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 fuck how much courage juice you had 
Nigga yo` mug don`t mean like mine! 
I bring the noise like a cymbal {*CRASH*} 
I fuck 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 pass 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 niggaz 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 niggaz in this world: 
	those that eat and those that don`t 
	What type of nigga 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 sex 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` ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit 
Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches 
I`m tryin to be nice to yo` ass 
I normally talk bad about you bitches 
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 fuck 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 shit 
	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 nigga that`s in the socket 
	And it ain`t my problem, if the hoe hollerin 
	We all about dollars, and collar-poppin 
 
Nigga, BEOTCH!!! 
Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga 
Undersmell this nigga 
If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby`s momma`s name 
nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me? 
Please believe in a nigga 
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me? 
If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga, 
you undersmell me? Youse a ballaholic 
Don`t ever get it twisted nigga, yeah 
If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels nigga 
over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga 
and go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic 
You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga 
Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga 
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga 
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin game 
you undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz 
IF YOUSE A BALLAHOLIC, nigga (scream it like you mean it) 
youse a baller, please believe that 
That`s what a ballaholic is nigga 
We ball til we have it all you undersmell that? 
Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic? 
My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a ballaholic 
don`t ever get it twitted nigga 
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that? 
We some fools with it 
My nigga Steve Garvey, (??), you undersmell that? 
And that nigga Muggsy you know he`s a fuckin ballaholic 
Gold-tooth motherfuckin pretty boy Floyd ass nigga 
I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though 
Fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya I`m in this MOTHERFUCKER 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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