Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game You dig that? I come from the game baby, y'know I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that? Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga You undersmell me? Been speakin' the real for many moons My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on down to Compton I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown 'Cause if some cats tryin' to have at me I sick the canine in the background I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple See I'm a baller, I got bars around the window Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog" You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they don't eat Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got proof Po'-po', that's for weighin' nuts and fruits Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads KnowhatImean? Big nigga, the size of a football team I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear Don't help me nigga, help the bear Me and my wales, we be coonin' But see you the type of the nigga That'll go in the backroom And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin' Yeah man, 'cause a real tycoon Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon Still Northstar ridin', six-oh strikin' Switch up V-S cherry chokin' the wrist and the pinkie But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper 'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit If you're on it spend it like you mean it Uhh, I'll have you Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's claw I always wanted to play pro-baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court Bitch, serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck, how much courage juice you had Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine I bring the noise like a cymbal I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window Bitch, y'all oughta see me at the state fair Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my lil' nieces One of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is Earl Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell I know these streets like the Task Force know dope I am the streets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sins Smoke an ounce of weed a day Maybe that's why I ain't go no ends You see, you niggaz real truant mayne Runnin' around here puttin' a black eye in the game When we tryin' to feed y'all somethin' nutritional for the brain And nourish yo' game You see there's two type of niggaz in this world Those that eat and those that don't What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you dig? You can call me, Lawry's 'cause I'm seasoned I eat crevice, but not when it's bleeding Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play that part I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia's tart Toss me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana it Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit Callin' yourself takin' advantage of my riches I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin' and bein' notorious For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia Mayday mayday, callin' all patrol cars and units Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak When I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black Make an opera singer wanna write some raps Papered up, like who? Like a fax, bitch I know you didn't say papered up like a fats Yeah, 'cause we do this shit Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya Bat yo' G out the pocket Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin' We all about dollars and collar-poppin' Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga Undersmell this nigga If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me? Please believe in a nigga Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me? If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga You undersmell me? You'se a ballaholic Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah If you put ten thousand down on some jewels nigga Over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin' game You undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you mean it Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga We ball 'til we have it all you undersmell that? Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic? My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a ballaholic Don't ever get it twitted nigga My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that? We some fools with it My nigga Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that? And that nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin' ballaholic Gold-tooth motherfuckin' pretty boy Floyd ass nigga I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life V A L L H O, L I C, it's me E Feeze E L I C, it's me E Feeze E Ballaholic bitch