E-40 - Big Ballin' With My Homies Lyrics

Writer(s) : ALPHONSO J. BAILEY, ANTHONY BANKS, ANTHONY RAY, DULON STEVENS, DESHAWN BALTRIP, EARL THOMAS STEVENS, KEVIN DAVIS,
Artist: E-40 Lyrics
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Album: Track 14 on Charlie Hustle: The BluePrint of a Self-Made Millionaire
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Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!

Me and my Click-alation, at home away from home
In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone
I'm callin' up the Mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin' and collarpoppin', campaignin' like the president
See-notes, hundred dollar bills
Playaz wit' bread ridin' houses on wheels
Jewels sparklin' glistenin' gleamin' flossy crystal clear
Baguettes- hangin' from my fist like a chandelier
Felines holler, scream, "ooh he got the bump!
Soundin' like Godzilla tryin' to get up out the trunk!"
Jealous mark ****in' suckers wanna battle- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad
****in' 'em up like that mayne, you know, my pants saggin'
Look like I done dookied on myself
Bandana, tatted, swingin' 'em sideways
Livin' lavish, big ballin' on tycoon status, beotch!

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up!

Ka-ruise, cruise

Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin' rocks
We don't walk around like peons, instead we's bout our scrill'
The Click-alation family, straight up out The Hill
Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke
Po-Po billy club us 'cause they think that we sell dope
I told 'em that I rap, I told 'em that I spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday
For me, bo-nitch, bootch!
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin' of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do? beotch, beotch!

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!

Rollin' with the Mossie, we never get bored
There's not another Click, with more points scored
The breezies by the college, was lookin' for a lift
Tryin' to ride in first class and them haters wanna TRIP
'Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you're lackin on your mackin' then she's rollin' with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
Talkin' up under your brisneath, hot air?
Comin' off like you some sort of hellafied *** ninja but you's a square
Whatchu doin' Charlie? Just videotapin myself grindin', Candid Camera
Coonin' wit' mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up!


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