E-40 - Ballaholic lyrics

You know my my whole def-a nation
Is to spit straight game you dig that?
(Straight game) I I come from
The game baby y'know
I come from this motherfucker
You undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know
Hillside Vallejo nigga
You undersmell me? Been speakin the
Real for many moons
My niggas 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, pit's, 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 nigga 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 fruit's
Run with a whole bunch
Of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads
KnahwhatImean?
Big nigga, 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 nigga, help the bear!
Me and my wales, we be coonin
But see you the type of the
Nigga 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 shit 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 nigga cup
Fill it up with paper
Cause we ballaholics bitch
Ain't that quiet about this shit
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
BEOTCH! Serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck how
Much courage juice you had
Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine!
I bring the noise like a cymbal CRASH
I fuck with 40 dem
Make you stick your pistol out the window
BEOTCH! 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 streeets
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 niggas 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
Niggas in this world:
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga 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' ass some bread
And let you go buy up some shit
Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches
I'm tryin to be nice to yo' ass
I normally talk bad about you bitches
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 unit's
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 fuck with
And go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some raps
Papered up - like who? Like a fax BEOTCH
I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
(yeah I did, yeah I did) yeah
Cause we do this shit
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 nigga
That's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the ho hollerin
We all about dollars, and collar-poppin

Nigga, BEOTCH!
Baller, let me explain to you
A ballaholic nigga undersmell this nigga
If you got your ve-hi-cle in
Your baby's momma's name
Nigga youse a ballaholic
Nigga you undersmell me?
Please believe in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me?
If you sittin on gold
Tennis shoe slippers nigga
You undersmell me? Youse a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down
On some je-wels nigga
Over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga
And go back and get it the next day
Youse a ballaholic
You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck with Sic
Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and
Regulations of this motherfuckin game
You undersmell that? Please believe it
Bitch-ass niggas
IF YOUSE A BALLAHOLIC, nigga
(scream it like you mean it)
Youse a baller, please, believe that
That's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball til we have it
All you undersmell that?
Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga D Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker
With me you undersmell that?
We some fools with it
My nigga Steve Garvey, , you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know
He's a fuckin ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherfuckin pretty boy
Floyd ass nigga
I love you to death motherfucker
Fuck ya though fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya I'm
In this MOTHERfuckER FOR LIFE!
V a l-L-H-O, L-IC, it's me E-Feeze-E
L-IC, it's me E-Feeze-E ballaholic beotch!!!