Ballaholic
(专辑: Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire - 1999)
[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!!!!!!!!!!!