Ballin' Out Of Control
(专辑: The Mail Man - 1994)
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 [Interlude: 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