E-40 Ballaholic Lyrics

Charlie Hustle: The BluePrint of a Self-Made Millionaire 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
  • 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
    KnowhatImean?

    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 *****


    Written by: Earl T Stevens, Ricardo Thomas
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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