Ballaholic Lyrics - E-40

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game 

You dig that? 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 

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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 wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads 

KnowhatImean? 

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 

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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 

Bitch, 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 

I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window 

Bitch, 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 streets, 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 [Incomprehensible], and go hard black 

Make an opera singer wanna write some raps 

Papered up, like who? Like a fax, bitch 

I know you didn't say papered up like a fats 

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, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga 

Undersmell this nigga 

If you got your vehicle 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? You'se a ballaholic 

Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah 

If you put ten thousand down on some jewels 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, [Incomprehensible], 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 bitch