E-40 And Cash Money Millionaires Baller Blockin` Lyrics

Baller Blockin` Lyrics

E-and Cash Money Millionaires---Baller Blockin' 

 

 [Turk] 

 Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on 

 From sun up to sun down get our grind on 

 Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank 

 Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank 

 You now how it is want everything for myself 

 Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else 

 Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all 

 Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars 

 Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga 

 Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga 

 Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work 

 Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth 

 Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen 

 Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen 

 Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours 

 Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve 

 

 [Turk](Hook) 

 Why you blockin us  

 Baller Blockin us  

 You niggas can keep tryin 

 Ain't no stoppin us 

 

 [Baby] 

 Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots 

 Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock 

 Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop 

 Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop 

 Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot 

 Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock 

 Word got around Curly tryna close my shop 

 Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock 

 Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped 

 Tha cameras out and them lights is on 

 Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on 

 So we duck and hide, supply and ride 

 Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite 

 So we cocked tha glocks  

 Cuz tha beef is rock 

 Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots 

 Believe that playboy 

 

 (Hook) 

 

 [E- Niggas be gold killin 

 (?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla 

 Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million 

 You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in 

 Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay 

 Straight up out tha year 0 Y2K 

 We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) 

 How bout Atlanta you know 

 We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) 

 See I just look like this 

 Project English left and plain 

 We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre" 

 I spit tha (?) from tha job  

 My nigga Baby and them law 

 Tha block controller just seen it all 

 From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) 

 Pineapple y'all 

 Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all 

 Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell 

 Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig 

 Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe 

 

 Hook 

 

 [Juvenile] 

 I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it 

 Besides I'm responsible fo supplin tha public 

 My daddy got shot so I'm holdin it down 

 Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown 

 Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change 

 Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think I'm playin games 

 See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine 

 Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again 

 I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya 

 You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya 

 Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh 

 And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now 

 And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines 

 I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time 

 Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up 

 But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up 

 

 Hook