Tom: Eb major
Verse 1
G
my whole definition is to spit straight game
D
You dig that? I come from the game baby,
you know
I come from this motherfucker,
And you know,
G
know Hillside Vallejo nigga
D
You under smell me? Been speakin' the
real for many moons
G
My niggas in the 7 0 7 on down
Verse 2
she in her gown
G
'Cause if some cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the canine in
the background
D
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown
but it ain't gon' be too simple
G
See I'm a baller, I got bars
around the window
aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard
With a sign on the fence that reads,
"Warning: Beware Of Dog"
G
D
You play the frog if you feel
froggish nigga leap
I neglect my dogs, starvin',
G
G
sometimes they don't eat
D
Elroy speak to me about my triple- beam, officer,
Dm
D
I got proof
Popo', that's for weighin'
G
D
nuts and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged
rowdy- ass knuckleheads
Know what I mean?
G
Big nigga, the size of a football team
D
I wear these glasses so that I can
look like a square
But if you ever see me in a
fight with a bear
G
Don't help me nigga, help the bear
we be coonin'
But see you the type of the nigga
That'll go in the backroom
G
And beep yourself and act
Verse 3
Dm
Yeah man, 'cause a real tycoon
Gon' take this shit from the
flo' to the moon
D
Dm
Still Northstar ridin', six-
Switch up VS cherry chokin'
the wrist and the pinkie
D
But keep it loose around the neck
and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup,
fill it up with paper
D
Dm
'Cause we ballaholics bitch,
D
ain't nothin' about this shit
Dm
D
If you're on it spend it like you mean it
Verse 4
D
Uh, I'll have you Ever since I
was ankle low
to a centipede's claw
G
I al ways wanted to play pro-
D
baseball
Weepolization family,
that's my favorite sport
But instead I'm back and forth
to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck,
G
how much courage juice you had
D
G
Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine
D
I bring the noise like a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem,
make you stick your pistol out the window
D
Bitch, y'all oughta see me at
the state fair
Dm
Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin'
to win my lil' nieces
One of the biggest stuffed animal
prizes there
D
Nicknamed Charlie but my street
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell
G
D
nephew Lil' Darrell
I know these streets like
the Task Force know dope
Dm
G
I am the streets,
my ghetto pass can't be revoked
D
Ten percent, I paid my tithes,
forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of weed a day
G
Maybe that's why I ain't go no ends
Verse 5
truant mayne
G
Runnin' around here puttin'
a black eye in the game
D
When we tryin' to feed y'all somethin'
nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo' game
D
You see there's two type of
niggas in this world
Dm
D
Dm
Those that eat and those that don't
G
What type of nigga is you,
D
Dm
you know? You see we got the tycoon status
D
G
Big hogs, tryin' to pile the money up out your trash,
Verse 6
You can call me, Lawry's 'cause I'm seasoned
Dm
G
but not when it's bleeding
I love sex but I don't play that part
I love Virginia,
but not when the Virginia's tart
Toss me good,
and I might Dolce and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread,
G
D
and let you go buy up some shit
Callin' yourself takin' advantage
of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass,
G
D
I normally talk bad about you bitches
Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin'
and bein' notorious
G
For slappin' chickenheads upside they
D
G
D
weave- a with my Nokia
Mayday mayday,
callin' all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the Hillside
mangler, 40- Water the Ballaholic
Verse 7
Dm
I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak
G
When I'm in Dallas I fuck with
G
D
C- Dog, and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna
write some raps
G
Dm
Papered up, like who? Like a fax,
D
Dm
bitch
Verse 8
papered up like a fats
D
Yeah, 'cause we do this shit
Dm
Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound
D
Dm
Slidin', to the bad catcher,
Dm
Bat yo' G out the pocket
D
Dm
Run it again with a nigga that's
And it ain't my problem,
We all about dollars and
collar- poppin'
Dm
Fm
Nigga, bitch,
Verse 9
D
Dm
G
baller, let me explain
D
G
to you, a ballaholic nigga
Dm
Under smell this nig ga
D
If you got your vehicle in your baby's
Nigga you'se a ballaholic, nigga
Please believe in a nigga
G
Ballaholic nigga, you under smell me?
Dm
D
If you sittin' on gold tennis
shoe slippers nigga
You under smell me?
You'se a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down
on some jewels nigga
Dm
Over at your house nigga in
Frisco nigga
D
And go back and get it the next
day, you'se a ballaholic
You smell that nigga?
G
Ballaholics nigga
D
G
Ballaholics fuck with Sic- Wid- It
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations
G
of this motherfuckin' game
D
You under smell that? Please
believe it, bitch- ass niggas
G
If you'se a ballaholic, nigga, scream
Dm
G
You'se a baller, please believe that,
D
that's what a ballaholic is nigga
G
D
We ball 'til we have it all you
undersmell that?
G
Rick Rock, you'se a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga D- Wiz
Don't ever get it twitted nigga
Dm
G
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker
with me you under smell that?
My nigga Steve Garvey,
G
Dm
G
you under smell that?
D
And that nigga Muggsy you know
he's a fuckin' ballaholic
Gold- tooth motherfuckin'
G
D
pretty boy Floyd ass nigga
I love you to death motherfucker,
fuck ya though
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, I'm in
this motherfucker for life
G
D
V- A- L- L- H- O, L- I see,
it's me E Feeze E
D
L- I- C, it's me E Feeze E
G
D
Ballaholic bitch
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