Ballin' Outta Control - E-40

Letra de Ballin' Outta Control, canción donde E-40 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm The Mail Man. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de E-40 no te pierdas este single llamado Ballin' Outta Control, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Ballin' Outta Control - E-40

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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
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 fu*karound 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 MIND 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 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
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 SOHABS OUGHTTA 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 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 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! Letra Ballin' Outta
Control Lyrics Insertada: Anonimo
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