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E-40 The Mail Man Ballin' Outta Control 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 Tryin to 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 bail bondsmen 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 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 "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 |
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