[E-40]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Me and my Click-alation, at home away from home
In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone
I'm callin up the Mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president
C-notes, hundred dollar bills
Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels
Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear
Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier
Felines holler, scream, "Oooh he got the BUMP!!
Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get up out the TRUNK!!"
Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad
Fuckin em up like that mayne, you know, my.. PANTS saggin
Look like I done dookied on myself
Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
Livin lavish -- big ballin on tycoon status, BEOTCH!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up!
Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks
We don't walk around like peons, instead we's bout our scrill'
The Click-alation family, straight up out The Hill
Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke
Po-Po billy club us cause they think that we sell dope
I told em that I rap, I told em that I spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday
for me, bo-nitch, BOOTCH
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks
