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Ballin' Is Fun Lyrics - Artist : E-40
[E-40:]
My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun Protect yourself at all times 'Cause niggas be on Belucci and snort lines Real life, not a movie, hard times Gotta be aware, pay attention to your warning signs That's why I life live to the end, cause you never know when it's gon' end Er'yday my birthday, don't worry out what I spend Everything this hustler got, this hustler earned it Monster, but my first name ain't Herman Came in the game with nothin', got out the game with somethin' In the traffic out there rushin', in the ghetto out there hustlin' Stacking my cho, getting my bread, strapped with the lead They want me dead Knocking a ho, getting some head, on a Sealy mattress bed Took a left over from my bundle after I copped and bought a drop Ballin' is fun, I bought it with ones, drove it up off of the lot Went and got me some slap, and wrapped it matte black Tinted window front and back, pint of 'gnac and the 20 sack BIATCH! My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun [Too Short:] Your life is hard, times are tough Looking for money and can't find enough You tried rapping, but nobody signed you up Got some cocaine, tried to grind and stuff Went to jail, now your time is up Can't get it all together 'cause your mind is fucked Mad at the world 'cause you ride the bus Looking out the window, wanna' ride like us I'm a tell you something that's good for your health Never give up on yourself (on yourself) You never know when it's your turn to get rich Brand new whip with a bad lil' bitch Hun'ed thousand dollars on your first car Shit can really happen when you work hard I'm a do it till I'm dead and gone Short Dog (What you doing?) I'm having hella fun [E-40:] My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun [B-Legit:] 16 zippers in a one pound bag 16 strippers getting down like that Move around like that, B-La doing great I remember out of state paying eight for grape I remember how to stake in that DV8 Just touched back down so I'm extra straight Got a date with an Asian, she be raisin' the bar On half downtown and wanna fuck my car I'm a real rap star, got the felony flow Like to rob the bassline and fuck the melody slow Let the melody know, oh, we gon' get rich Bitch, listen to a pimp when he talking that shit I put the wood in the whip, kush in the swish' You never seen a black nigga ball like this In every magazine I be all like this With the 40K Roley on the wrist Mob shit, bitch (Biatch!) [E-40:] My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun |
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