E-40 - Big Ballin' With My Homies lyrics
[E-40 - Big Ballin' With My Homies lyrics]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Posse up!
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
C 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
"Oooh he got the BUMP!
Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get
Up out the TRUNK!"
Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle
- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural
On my squad
Fuckin 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! Posse up!
Ka-ruise cruuuuuise
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated paper
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, rich
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz is pimps
Some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks
Nothin of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted with your dude
(beotch, beotch)
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Posse up!
Rrrollin 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
Ass ninja - but youse 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! Posse up!
Big ballin' with my homies! Posse up!
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
C 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
"Oooh he got the BUMP!
Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get
Up out the TRUNK!"
Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle
- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural
On my squad
Fuckin 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! Posse up!
Ka-ruise cruuuuuise
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated paper
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, rich
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz is pimps
Some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks
Nothin of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted with your dude
(beotch, beotch)
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Posse up!
Rrrollin 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
Ass ninja - but youse 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! Posse up!