E-40: "Ballaholic" Lyrics

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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 yknow

I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that? 

Aya, and you know, its 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



Im in my fubu trunks, she in her gown

Cause if some cats tryin to have at me,

I sick the canine in the background

Im plannin on splittin my crown but it aint gon be too simple

See Im a baller, I got bars around the window

Rottweilers, pits and (? ? ) doberman pischers tanked up in the yard

While the side of the pistol reads warning: beware of dog!

You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they dont eat

Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam (? ) well I got crew

Po-po, thanks for weighin that shit at the roots

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

Dont help me nigga, help the bear!!

Me and my wales, we be coonin

But see you the type of the nigga thatll go in the backroom

And beep yoself 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, aint that quiet about this shit

If youre on it spend it like you mean it



Uhh, (? ? ) since I was ankle low to a centipedes claw

I always wanted to play pro-baseball

Weepolization family, thats my favorite sport

But instead Im back and forth to jail and in and out of court

Beotch! serious about my rock shrine

I dont give a fuck how much curtis your shoe had

Nigga your mud dont knead like mine!

I bring the noise like a cymbal {*crash*}

I fuck with (? ? ), make you stick your pistol out the window

Beotch! yall oughta see me at the state fair

Showin off in front of my grandma

Win my little nieces one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there

Nicknamed charlie but my street name is unc

Ballaholic like (? ? ) nephew lil (? ? )

I know these streets like the task force know dope

I am the streeets, my ghetto pass cant be revoked

Ten percent, I paid my tax, forgive me for my sins

Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe thats why I aint 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 yall somethin nutritional for the brain

And nourish yo game

You see theres two type of niggaz in this world:

Those that eat and those that dont

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 lawrys cause Im seasoned

I eat (? ) out, but not when its bleeding

Dont get me wrong, I love sex but I dont play that part

I love virginia, but not when the virginias 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

Im tryin to be nice to yo ass

I normally talk bad about you bitches

And got sent to +tha hall of game+ buggin and bein notorious

For slappin chickenheads upside they weave and what (? ? )

Mayday mayday, they callin all patrol cars and units

Be on the lookout for the hillside managler, (? ? ? ? ? )

Id rather fly than ride amtrak

When I make dollars I fuck with cee-lo, then go hard black

Nigga Im forsakin for the likes of rap

Cant put out - like who?  like a fat beotch



I know you didnt say cant put out like a fats

Yeah, cause we do this shit

Up off the ground on a pitchers mound

Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya

Bat yo g out the pocket

Run it again with a nigga thats in the socket

And it aint 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 babys mommas 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

Dont 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

Thats 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

Dont 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 hes 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 Im in this motherfucker for life!

V.. a.. l-l-h-o, l-i-c, its me e-feeze-e

L-i-c, its me e-feeze-e

Ballaholic beotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!