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Lyrics:
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 dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor,
and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus: LeVitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Gotta find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
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 field bouncemen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin 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
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
Interlud: LeVitti
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
Fortay ? 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
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker 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 hoe
Y'know 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 motherfuckin 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, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause niggaz 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
Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus
[LeVi] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Out of motherfuckin control
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Cause I'm way too cold
[Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Can you feel me main
[LeV] Yeah, I feel you main
[E-40] Vitti can you feel me?
[LeV] I feel yah!
[E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me?
[LeV] Yeahahayahahah!
[E-40] Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Feel me boy?
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
[E-40] Every fuckin time
All day, motherfucker
Lyrics
Explained:
Push in the game at a young age
I think I say a few words, I turn over a new leaf
A little over the past decade, about
Eleven-year-old dropped a good location
I start from scratch is smellin sour and stinkin
There nigga seriously thinkin
How do I kill this odor,
And the purchase of my Lincoln
Minimum wage flippin pie - can keep pace with
I would prefer to hell around the Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, cereal, Xu
Slaves of men - that is they told me
I will break somethin for you
Brought to you crack a key fast
recoupable
Future black and beautiful
The use of my partners is the destination of the ship and the ugly
Hangin around scraper-year-old boy
Men who have loved me motherfuckers
They told me straight cut
To deal with me, touch me, L-type O-type V - иж
Of the electron and the fluoride - r - T signal
Shit of my T-Snoring paraoxonase
This is my electronics, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin .. mud
Hell you niggaz, you think I sold my soul
But my approach is too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus: LeVitti
Sittin in my room for a better life
Thinkin of, a master plan
Must find a way out
Then I snatch the note, and laughter
So, I painted my picture
A life, make a dream
Do you think I can
Ballin out of control control, ballin out of control control
Showroom just flow ', I bought a 90 Guangfo'
Havin a long time now I have money, we have security, so take
From a big ol ' Pimps, rather the establishment of
The hands of a better life luxury
Throwin Parties
Time to time with the Chinese people's Kim Dae -
Become a savage, get swoll by those
The establishment of the twenty-fourth drum
Six-digit figures, as I told you like
I got the whole city has been sewing needle
If you win you product'll global high-end organic textile products
To continue, you yers and the legal field to pay your bouncemen
The word on the street, I do think too fast
Motherfuckers want a my soul
Playa haters want to cut my grass-roots
You do not want to let you whore
What Sittin on the ticket out of control
Attractions million, technical seal
And simple assed ridiculous proud motherfucker
Fuckin straight time as the man of my belt
I feel
Pastor, you put some blessin oil on my head
And hear me
I have never sold my soul the way my career is too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin out of control control
Interlud: LeVitti
This ol 'game, the children, they run
Never get a second chance
Fortay The world
Now there will always be time, to getcha
I would like to present your picture
What I am trying to say
Ballin out of control I control
Niggaz trippin my reason I was a young motherfucker ballin
Every other fuckin day I quit tellin me how sahies
Niggaz trippin my reason I was a young motherfucker ballin
We can get it, we can get it
Niggaz trippin my reason I was a young motherfucker ballin
42 of water, straight lettin em know
Although my pocket and my belly fat more ..
Organic textile products to the global silicon carbide silicon carbide silicon carbide development of women's participation in it
Throw away the hoe
Y'know big ass gumbo pot
Full mixing
Let us resolve to lock
Horse racing, go to Las Vegas, often flying
Whassup you know, when your ass is approaching retirement
I am not knowin
Keep tellin myself, I appeal to withdraw from the
But I
Too much motherfuckin cabbage there runnin in the streets
To find a way out of a one-time
Po Po Penelope seriously concentration
Noided I came back to see me all the chemical
The reason is that playa hatin fool
Lucrative attractions and the impact of investment in bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, the technical chops and glocks
Niggaz reason is to try to film
When they get in front of all these hoochies ass bootch
I like the first poppin like a hungry mother
I am not even kun 'lies I'
Twoasted, Central, in order to 'back, horsepower
Plastered, puked, on the back to recover the full
Damn these niggaz they think I will betray my soul
But my approach is too cold, motherfucker!
Choir
[Li] is ah yes ah, ballin out of control I control
[E-40] in the motherfuckin control
[Lev] ballin out of control I control
[E-40] the reasons for the way I am too cold
[Lev] Yayayy, I ballin out of control control
[E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yes ah
I feel that the main
[Lev] I think your main
[E-40] Can you feel my main
[Lev] Yes, I think you are the main
[E-40] Vitti you feel me
[Lev] I feel you!
[E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me
[Lev] Yeahahayahahah!
[E-40] the feelings of the main box
[Lev] I think your main
[E-40] feel that my child
[Lev] ballin out of control I control, yeahahahhh
[E-40] every fuckin time
A full day, motherfucker
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