E-40, Stresmatic - Ballhog lyrics
[E-40, Stresmatic - Ballhog lyrics]
90 racks for the watch
30 stacks for the chain
A 50 bar for the medallion
Diamonds drippy like the rain
Lower development housing is where I was
Taught to talk my talk
In the thick of the smudge, the slime
On the tar like crosswalk
A young factor having scrilly
Spending blue notes in a drought
Living for the moment, fuck further out
Tomahawk by my kidney, MCM belt
Fucker want beef, I'm make him a patty melt
I'ma see you about something
Send my crash dummy he ain't from Japan
But he like to play kamikaze
Your bitch got sloppy toppy
Off of the ginger ale with Jack
She got that hot throat
With a built-in thermostat
I'm smoking agricultural and vegetation in
The backseat zone and blazin'
In the clean '19 with the dealership plates
Insurance and registration
Garnished and decorated with all the
Toppings and all the fixings
We don't fuck with turf dirt
We only fuck with vixens
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog what? Ballhog
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog
What? Ballhog, ballhog
Hallelujah! The Lord blessed me with gouda
You can find me on vacation
In Barbados or Aruba
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Bora Bora or Bermuda
Me don't do no snorkel, me don't do no scuba
Under difficult circumstances
I'm having my finances
Used to be the lowest man on the totem pole
Used to be the brokest kid on campus
Way ahead of my time
The laughingstock in pre-school
Holes in my pants when
Ripped jeans wasn't cool
Beat the odds, count my blessings
It's a blessing
Praise God for replying to my message
Suckers don't understand me 'cause they
Ain't got no understanding
I'm out here feasting, I ain't famine
Eating jasmine rice and salmon
Your little gutter chick ain't handling
Got you sprung need to tell that ho to
Douche and brush her tongue
Wandering eyes, wondering why I ain't calling
Come and get your bitch
She out here thottin'
Reckless eyeballin'biATCH!
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog what? Ballhog
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog
What? Ballhog, ballhog ballhog, ballhog
30 stacks for the chain
A 50 bar for the medallion
Diamonds drippy like the rain
Lower development housing is where I was
Taught to talk my talk
In the thick of the smudge, the slime
On the tar like crosswalk
A young factor having scrilly
Spending blue notes in a drought
Living for the moment, fuck further out
Tomahawk by my kidney, MCM belt
Fucker want beef, I'm make him a patty melt
I'ma see you about something
Send my crash dummy he ain't from Japan
But he like to play kamikaze
Your bitch got sloppy toppy
Off of the ginger ale with Jack
She got that hot throat
With a built-in thermostat
I'm smoking agricultural and vegetation in
The backseat zone and blazin'
In the clean '19 with the dealership plates
Insurance and registration
Garnished and decorated with all the
Toppings and all the fixings
We don't fuck with turf dirt
We only fuck with vixens
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog what? Ballhog
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog
What? Ballhog, ballhog
Hallelujah! The Lord blessed me with gouda
You can find me on vacation
In Barbados or Aruba
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Bora Bora or Bermuda
Me don't do no snorkel, me don't do no scuba
Under difficult circumstances
I'm having my finances
Used to be the lowest man on the totem pole
Used to be the brokest kid on campus
Way ahead of my time
The laughingstock in pre-school
Holes in my pants when
Ripped jeans wasn't cool
Beat the odds, count my blessings
It's a blessing
Praise God for replying to my message
Suckers don't understand me 'cause they
Ain't got no understanding
I'm out here feasting, I ain't famine
Eating jasmine rice and salmon
Your little gutter chick ain't handling
Got you sprung need to tell that ho to
Douche and brush her tongue
Wandering eyes, wondering why I ain't calling
Come and get your bitch
She out here thottin'
Reckless eyeballin'biATCH!
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog what? Ballhog
I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog
From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog
Get it, count money in the fog
What? Ballhog, ballhog ballhog, ballhog