Ballaholic

You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game

You dig that? I come from the game baby, why'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 see, it's me E Feeze E

L I see, it's me E Feeze E

Ballaholic bitch