E Ballin` Outta Control Lyrics

Ballin` Outta Control 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