E-40 Big Ballin’ With My Homies 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
  • 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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