E-40, Levitti - Ballin' Outta Control lyrics
[E-40, Levitti - Ballin' Outta Control lyrics]
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten
Roughly about eleven years old trapped
In a ghetto cage
My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor
And purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin' patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
And I'll break you off somethin' suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker
Than you can bring me back? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that
Have love for me they straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R T-Y
I spit's the shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E
Droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin mud
Fuck you niggas, you think I sell my soul
But, I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo'
Bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot
So take notes from a big ol' pimp
Pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish throwin parties?
With big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swole but once
Twenty inch drums established
Six figure digit's, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your lawyers and your
Bail bondsmen paid
The word on the streets is that
I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soil
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
To what type of out of
Control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud
Fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that
Throw me my strap man
I'on believes fools feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin
Oil on my head and heal me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
So take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
Of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin
My sahabs how to quit"
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Forty Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat
And my belly's bigger
Gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic Wid-It"
Throw, the whole unit in a big ass gumbo pot
Foam stir, let it settle then make it lock
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah
When your ass gonna retire?" i ain't knowin'
Keep tellin myself that I'mma call it quit's
But, I got myself too much motherfuckin'
Cabbage out there roamin' the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back
For all of my chemistry
Cause fools are playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows
Investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops
Techno chops and Glocks
Cause niggas be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front
Of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked
On the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggas they think
I'll sell my soul
But, I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin outta control
Feel me main
All day, motherfucker
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten
Roughly about eleven years old trapped
In a ghetto cage
My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor
And purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin' patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
And I'll break you off somethin' suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker
Than you can bring me back? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that
Have love for me they straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R T-Y
I spit's the shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E
Droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin mud
Fuck you niggas, you think I sell my soul
But, I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo'
Bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot
So take notes from a big ol' pimp
Pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish throwin parties?
With big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swole but once
Twenty inch drums established
Six figure digit's, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your lawyers and your
Bail bondsmen paid
The word on the streets is that
I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soil
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
To what type of out of
Control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud
Fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that
Throw me my strap man
I'on believes fools feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin
Oil on my head and heal me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
So take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
Of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin
My sahabs how to quit"
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggas trippin off me cause I
Was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Forty Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat
And my belly's bigger
Gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic Wid-It"
Throw, the whole unit in a big ass gumbo pot
Foam stir, let it settle then make it lock
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah
When your ass gonna retire?" i ain't knowin'
Keep tellin myself that I'mma call it quit's
But, I got myself too much motherfuckin'
Cabbage out there roamin' the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back
For all of my chemistry
Cause fools are playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows
Investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops
Techno chops and Glocks
Cause niggas be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front
Of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked
On the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggas they think
I'll sell my soul
But, I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin outta control
Feel me main
All day, motherfucker