E-40 - Ballaholic Lyrics

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You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game
You dig that? I come from the game baby, why'know
I come from this ************, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this *****
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo *****
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the real for many moons
My *****z 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 ***** 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 wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-*** knuckleheads

Big *****, 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 *****, help the bear

Me and my wales, we be coonin'
But see you the type of the *****
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 **** 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 ***** cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics *****, ain't that quiet about this ****
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
*****, serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a ****, how much courage juice you had
***** yo' mug don't mean like mine

I bring the noise like a cymbal
I **** with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
*****, 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 *****z 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 *****z in this world
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of ***** 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' *** some bread, and let you go buy up some ****
Callin' yourself takin' advantage of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ***, I normally talk bad about you *****es

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 **** with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some raps
Papered up, like who? Like a fax, *****

I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this ****
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 ***** that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about dollars and collar-poppin'

*****, *****, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic *****
Undersmell this *****
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name
***** youse a ballaholic, ***** you undersmell me?

Please believe in a *****
Ballaholic *****, you undersmell me?
If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe slippers *****
You undersmell me? You'se a ballaholic

Don't ever get it twisted *****, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some jewels *****
Over at your house ***** in Frisco *****
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic

You smell that *****? Ballaholics *****
Ballaholics **** with Sic-Wid-It records *****
Ballaholics listen to that mob **** *****
We stick to the rules and regulations of this **********in' game

You undersmell that? Please believe it, *****-*** *****z
If youse a ballaholic, *****, scream it like you mean it
Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is *****
We ball 'til we have it all you undersmell that?

Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My *****, my ***** D-Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted *****
My ***** Kaveo in the ************ with me you undersmell that?

We some fools with it
My ***** Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that ***** Muggsy you know he's a ****in' ballaholic
Gold-tooth **********in' pretty boy Floyd *** *****

I love you to death ************, **** ya though
**** ya, **** ya, **** ya, I'm in this ************ for life
V A L L H O, L I see, it's me E Feeze E
L I see, it's me E Feeze E
Ballaholic *****

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 L.I.Q.
  • 2 Ballaholic
  • 3 Cause I Can
  • 4 Get Breaded
  • 5 Look at Me
  • 6 Duckin’ & Dodgin’
  • 7 Fuckin’ They Nose
  • 8 Seasoned
  • 9 Earl That’s Yo’ Life
  • 10 Rules & Regulations
  • 11 Borrow Yo’ Broad
  • 12 Do What You Know Good
  • 13 Mouthpiece
  • 14 Big Ballin’ With My Homies
  • 15 Ghetto Celebrity
  • 16 Gangsterous
  • 17 Brownie Points