[E-40]  You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight game  You dig that? (Straight game) I I come from the game baby y'know  I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?  Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga  Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga  You undersmell me? Been speakin the real for many moons  My niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to Compton    I'm in my FUBU drawers, she in her gown  cause if some cats tryin to have at me,   I sick the canine in the background  I'm plannin on splittin my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple  See I'm a baller, I got bars around the window  Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard  With a sign on the fence that reads "warning: beware of dog!"  You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap  I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they don't eat  Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam; officer, I got proof  Po'-po', that's for weighin nuts and fruits  Run with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatImean?  Big nigga, the size of a football team  I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square  but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear  don't help me nigga, help the bear!!  Me and my wales, we be coonin  But see you the type of the nigga that'll go in the backroom  and beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin    Yeah man, cause a real tycoon  gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon  Still Northstar ridin, six-oh strikin  Switch up V-S cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie  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  cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit  If you're on it spend it like you mean it    Uhh, I'll have you  Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's claw  I always wanted to play pro-baseball  Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport  but instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court  BEOTCH! Serious about my rock shrine  I don't give a fuck how much courage juice you had  Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine!  I bring the noise like a cymbal {*CRASH*}  I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window  BEOTCH! Y'all oughta see me at the state fair  Showin off in front of my broad; tryin to win my lil' nieces  one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there  Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is Earl  Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell  I know these streets like the Task Force know dope  I am the streeets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked  Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sins  Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe that's why I ain't go no ends    You see, you niggaz real truant mayne  Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game  when we tryin to feed y'all somethin nutritional for the brain  and nourish yo' game  You see there's two type of niggaz in this world:  those that eat and those that don't  What type of nigga is you, you know?  You see we got the tycoon status  Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash  You dig?    You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned  I eat crevice, but not when it's bleeding  Don't get me wrong, 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, and let you go buy up some shit  Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches  I'm tryin to be nice to yo' ass  I normally talk bad about you bitches  Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin and bein notorious  for slappin chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia  Mayday mayday, callin all patrol cars and units  Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic  I'D RATHER FLY THAN RIDE AMTRAK  When I'm in Dallas I fuck with (?), and go hard black  Make an opera singer wanna write some raps  Papered up - like who? Like a fax BEOTCH    I know you didn't say papered up like a fats  (Yeah I did, yeah I did) Yeah, cause we do this shit  up off the ground on a pitcher's mound  Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya  Bat yo' G out the pocket  Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket  And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin  We all about dollars, and collar-poppin    Nigga, BEOTCH!!!  Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga  Undersmell this nigga  If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby's momma's name  nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?  Please believe in a nigga  Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me?  If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga,  you undersmell me? Youse a ballaholic  Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah  If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels nigga  over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga  and go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic  You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga  Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga  Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga  We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin game  you undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz  IF YOUSE A BALLAHOLIC, nigga (scream it like you mean it)  youse a baller, please believe that  That's what a ballaholic is nigga  We ball til we have it all you undersmell that?  Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?  My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a ballaholic  don't ever get it twitted nigga  My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that?  We some fools with it  My nigga Steve Garvey, (??), you undersmell that?  And that nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin ballaholic  Gold-tooth motherfuckin 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!  V.. A.. L-L-H-O, L-I-C, it's me E-Feeze-E  L-I-C, it's me E-Feeze-E  BALLAHOLIC BEOTCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!