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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Composer
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Composer
Alphonso Bailey
Alphonso Bailey
Composer
Danell Stevens
Danell Stevens
Composer
Marcus Taplon
Marcus Taplon
Lyrics
Kevin Davis
Kevin Davis
Lyrics
Anthony Ray
Anthony Ray
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 with bread, ridin' houses on wheels Jewels sparklin', glistenin', gleamin' flossy crystal clear Baguettes, hangin' from my fist, like a chandelier Felines holler, scream, "Oh, 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, bitch Big ballin' with my homies Big ballin' with my homies, mossie up Cruise, cruise 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, nothin' of that there magnitude Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do? (Bitch, bitch!) Big ballin' with my homies Big ballin' with my homies (c'mon widdit) Rollin' with the Mossie, we never get bored There's not another click, with more points scored The breezies by the college, was lookin' for a lift Tryin' to ride in first class and them haters wanna trip 'Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad If you're lackin' on your mackin', then she's rollin with the squad Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose Talkin' up under your brisneath, hot air? Comin' off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja, but youse a square Whatchu doin' Junior? Just videotapin' myself grindin', Candid Camera Coonin' wit mo' scratch than dandra turf boomin' Big ballin' with my homies Big ballin' with my homies, mossie up
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Anthony L. Ray, Anthony Banks, Alphonso J. Bailey, Dulon Stevens, Kevin Davis, Deshawn Baltrip, Marcus Taplon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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