Текст (слова) песни: E-40 f LeVitti - Ballin` Outta Control

 
Pushed in the game at a young age 
Feel me touch me as I turn the page 
A little past ten, roughly about 
eleven years old dropped in the good location 
My scratch is smellin sour and it`s stinkin 
got a nigga seriously thinkin 
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?" 
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope 
I`d rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola 
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh 
Slave for men - that`s what they told me 
and I`ll break you off somethin suitable 
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ? 
? recoupable 
? future black and beautiful 
My partners used to be plucked and ugly 
Hangin around them old squeegee boys 
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me 
They straight cut for me 
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E 
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y 
I spits the shit from the T-O-P 
It`s me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time 
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud 
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul 
But I`m way too cold, motherfucker! 
 
Chorus: LeVitti 
 
Sittin in my livin room 
Thinkin of, a master plan 
Tryin to find a way out 
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh 
So I painted me a picture 
of a life, to make a dream 
Can you feel me now 
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control 
 
Fresh off the showroom flo`, bought me a ninety-fo` 
Now I`m havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take 
notes from a big ol` ? pimp, pretty much established 
Livin out of hand lavish 
Throwin parties ? 
with big time folks makin big time cabbage 
Become a savage, get swoll by ones 
Twenty a drum`s established 
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like 
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches 
Your product`ll win if you gots top grade 
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid 
The word on the street`s is that I done came up too fast 
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul 
Playa haters wanna cut my grass 
You don`t wanna bring your bitch 
to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets 
Million dollar spots, technology chops 
and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous 
Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man 
? feel me 
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head 
and hear me 
I never sell my soul cause I`m way too cold 
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control 
 
Interlud: LeVitti 
 
This ol` game, kids they run 
Never get a second chance 
so take me to this world 
Now there`s always time, to getcha 
I guess by now you get the picture 
of what I`m tryin to say 
I`m ballin outta control 
 
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" 
"Every other fuckin day I`m tellin my sahies how to quit" 
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" 
"We can get it on, we can get it on" 
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" 
"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" 
"Even though my pocket`s fat and my belly`s bigger.. 
 gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It" 
 
Throw, the hoe 
Y`know in a big ass gumbo pot 
Full stir 
Let it settle to make it lock 
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier 
"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?" 
I ain`t knowin 
Keep tellin myself that I`ma call it quits 
But I got myself 
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets 
Lookin up out the way for the one-time 
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin 
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry 
cause fools be playa hatin 
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks 
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks 
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies 
when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies 
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother 
I ain`t even gon` lie I`m to` 
Twoasted, looped, to` back, souped 
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped 
Fuck these niggaz they think I`ll sell my soul 
But I`m way too cold, motherfucker! 
 
Chorus 
 
[LeVi]	Yeah yeah, I`m ballin outta control 
[E-40]	Out of motherfuckin control 
[LeV]	I`m ballin outta control 
[E-40]	Cause I`m way too cold 
[Lev]	Yayayy, I`m ballin outta control 
[E-40]	MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah 
	Feel me main 
[LeV]	I feel you main 
[E-40]	Can you feel me main 
[LeV]	Yeah, I feel you main 
[E-40]	Vitti can you feel me? 
[LeV]	I feel yah! 
[E-40]	Motherfucker can you feel me? 
[LeV]	Yeahahayahahah! 
[E-40]	Feel me main 
[LeV]	I feel you main 
[E-40]	Feel me boy? 
[LeV]	I`m ballin outta control, yeahahahhh 
[E-40]	Every fuckin time 
	All day, motherfucker
 

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