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