Ballaholic – E-40 – letras

I’m in my Fubu drawers, she in her gownIs it some cats tryin’a have at me or is it the canine and the batteramPlannin’ on splittin’ my crown but it ain’t gone be too simpleSee I’m a baller, I’ve got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, AkitasDoberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that readsWarning – Beware of DogsLeap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leapLike to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes they don’t eatElroys questioning me about my triple beam – officer, I got proof!Po-Po! That’s for weighing nuts and fruits!Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy knuckleheads – know what I meanBig niggas – the size of a football teamI wear these glasses so I can look like a square but if you ever see me in afight with a bear, don’t help me, nigga help the bear! Me and my whales, we becoonin’ – but see you the type of nigga that go in the back room and Beepyo’self and act like yo’ pager’s boomin(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)I’ll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede’s toe I alwayswanted to flow play pro baseball Weepolization family, that’s my favorite sportBut instead I’m back and forth to jail and in and out of courtSerious about my rock shrine I don’t give a fuck how much courage juice youhad, nigga yo’ mug don’t mean like mine – I bring the noise like a cymbalI fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo’ pistol out the windowY’all otta see me at the state fair showin’ off in front of my broad tryin’awin my little niecesOne of the biggest stuffed animal prices thereNickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL!Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little DarrylI know the streets like the task force know dopeI am the streets my ghetto pass can’t be revokedTen percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sinsSmoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that’s why I ain’t got no wind(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)You can call me Lawry’s cause I’m seasoned I eat crevey – but not when it’sbleedin’Don’t get me wrong I love sex but I don’t play that partI love Virginia – but not when the Virginia’s tartAnd if it’s good then I might Dolce & Gabbana itGave yo’ ass some bread and let you go buy up some shitCallin’ yo’self takin’ advantage of my richesI’m tryin’a be nice to yo’ ass, I normally talk bad about you bitchesInducted into the hall of game back in the viaNotorious for slappin’ chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokiaMayday mayday I can’t call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout forthe hillside finagler forty water the ballaholicI’d rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I’m in Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and GoHard BlackMaka opera singer want to write some rapsI’m papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)