音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
E-40
表演者
作曲和作词
Earl Stevens
作曲家
Ant Banks
作曲家
Alphonso Bailey
作曲家
Danell Stevens
作曲家
Marcus Taplon
作曲家
Kevin Davis
作曲家
Anthony Ray
作词
制作和工程
Ant Banks
混音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
[Verse 2]
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, screamin', "Ooh, he got the bump
Soundin' like Godzilla tryna get up out the trunk!" (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!
[Verse 3]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Posse up!
[Verse 4]
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
Every 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 (Bitch)
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin', some of the homies hustlin'
Some of my playaz is pimps, some of the homies strugglin'
But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin' of that there magnitude
Saps, swatches got me twisted with your dude (Beotch, beotch!)
[Verse 5]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Come on with it
[Verse 6]
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
Tryna 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 you's a square
Whatchu doin' Charlie? Just videotapin' myself grindin', Candid Camera
Coonin' with mo' scratch than dandruff turf boomin'
[Verse 7]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Posse up!
Written by: Alphonso Bailey, Ant Banks, Anthony Ray, Danell Stevens, Deshawn Baltrip, Dulon Stevens, Earl Stevens, Kevin Davis, Marcus Taplon

