E-40, San Quinn - Baller Blockin’ lyrics

Everyday, all day all we do
Is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so
We could be the jank
You now how it is want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else
I'mma dog it ain't not secret i want it all
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga
Can't trust no man cuz a
Nigga don't care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be
Tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter
Erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this
Shit is real cuzen
Better know tha game cuz if you
Don't you get killed cuzen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and
Leave brains on the curve why you blockin us
Baller Blockin us you niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin us

Niggas baller blockin so they
Lettin off shots
Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin thru them hallways
Tote'n a Glock
Word got around Curly tryna close my shop
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha Glock
Tell tha stupid ho shut up
She bouts to get popped
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite
So we cocked tha Glocks cuz tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin out windows instead
Of head shots believe that playboy

Niggas be gold killin
Slippery like grease create y'all
Bin on a scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just
Tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or
Get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas
How bout Atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make no mo
(Beyotch Beyotch) see I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre"
I spit tha from tha job
My nigga Baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all
(ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all
(ball to we have it all) ho

I know I need to stop but
I'm solja so fuck it
Besides I'm responsible fo supplin tha public
My daddy got shot so I'm holdin it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown
Bitch answer when I call make me
Know you got my change
Is it explodin in yo brain
Do you think I'm playin games
See that's why lil niggas like
U get murder over 'caine
Put yo self in a spot where
U won't be working again
I ain't gone let yo partners
From yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package
And they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out
You and me too huh
And Bubba want his money so
I gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin laws
Tryna take mines
I ain't wit that bullshit two
At tha same time
Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up
But Beatrice said he got a
Fresh package that came up