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Ballin' Outta Control

アーティスト：E-40  作詞：BOSTIC SAMUEL RAMONE  作曲：E FOURTY 

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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 you bring me back (Can you) There are some things recoupable Gonna smooch your black and beautiful For my partner she 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 Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to 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' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage Become a savage, guess your boat was Twenty, and you tried to stab us Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen 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 into what the top act is pourin' 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 I want these fools to feel me Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil On my head and hear me I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold



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