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Ballin' Outta Control (Clean)歌词

歌手:E-40 专辑:The Element Of Surprise

作词 : Sam Bostic/Mike Mosley/Earl Stevens/L. King
作曲 : Sam Bostic/Mike Mosley/Earl Stevens/L. King
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old TRAPPED IN A GHETTO CAGE
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a ************* seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope
I'd rather ************* around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
and I'll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the mother******s that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y
I spits the *************t from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time
Mother****** comin from the mother****** MIND
************* you *************z, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, mother******!
Chorus: LeVitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
HOW TO STACH the scratch
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast
Mother******s want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your *************
to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
and a mother****** proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight ****** em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
and hear me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Mother******! Ballin outta control
Interlud: LeVitti
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
so take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
"*************z trippin off me cause I was a young mother****** ballin"
"Every other ****** day I'm tellin my SOHABS OUGHTTA quit"
"*************z trippin off me cause I was a young mother****** ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"*************z trippin off me cause I was a young mother****** ballin"
"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..
gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"
Throw, the WHOLE
UNIT in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself
Too much mother****** cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, inves**ents bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause *************z be tryin to make movies
when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
************* these *************z they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, mother******!
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