Ballin' Outta Control Lyrics - The Mail Man - E-40

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 you bring me back 

(Can you) 

There are some things recoupable 

Gonna smooch your black and beautiful 

For my partner she used to be plucked and ugly 

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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 

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' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established 

Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid 

Photos 

Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage 

Become a savage, guess your boat was 

Twenty, and you tried to stab us 

Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you like 

I got the whole city sewed up in stitches 

Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta 

Keep, your lawyers 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 into what the top act is pourin' 

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 

I want these fools to feel me 

Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil 

On my head and hear me 

I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold 

Motherfucker, ballin' outta control 

This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance 

So take me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a 

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 fahaha's I 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 one, and let them know 

But even though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger 

Gots to come sic strict strict 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 

Whass up 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 be 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 

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 

Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' outta control 

Out of motherfuckin' control 

I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold 

Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control 

Yeah, feel me man 

I feel you man, can you feel me man 

Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can you feel me? 

I feel ya, motherfucker can you feel me? 

Yeah, feel me man 

I feel you man, feel me boy? 

I'm ballin' outta control 

Every fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah 

All day, motherfucker, yeah