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