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E-40 : Ballin' Out Of Control lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Ballin' Out Of Control"

(feat. LeVitti)
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 ^!$$% seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope

I'd rather $#&@ 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 ?
? recoupable

? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys

Man them the mother$#&@ers 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 %#@! from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time

Mother$#&@er comin from the mother$#&@in.. mud
$#&@ you ^!$$%z, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, mother$#&@er!


[Chorus: LeVitti]
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' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish

Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones

Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches

Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast

Mother$#&@ers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your (*##$

to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
and a mother$#&@er proud fool-assed ridiculous

Straight $#&@in em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head

and hear me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Mother$#&@er! Ballin outta control


[Interlude: LeVitti]
This ol' game, kids they run

Never get a second chance
so take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha

I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control


"^!$$%z trippin off me cause I was a young mother$#&@er ballin"
"Every other $#&@in day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit"

"^!$$%z trippin off me cause I was a young mother$#&@er ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"^!$$%z trippin off me cause I was a young mother$#&@er ballin"
"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..

gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"

Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big $$# gumbo pot
Full stir

Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah, when your $$# gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits

But I got myself
Too much mother$#&@in cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry

cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause ^!$$%z be tryin to make movies
when they get all in front of these bootch $$# hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
$#&@ these ^!$$%z they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, mother$#&@er!

[Chorus]


[LeVi] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Out of mother$#&@in control
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Cause I'm way too cold
[Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Mother!#@*ER! Ah yeah

Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Can you feel me main
[LeV] Yeah, I feel you main
[E-40] Vitti can you feel me?
[LeV] I feel yah!
[E-40] Mother$#&@er can you feel me?

[LeV] Yeahahayahahah!
[E-40] Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Feel me boy?
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
[E-40] Every $#&@in time
All day, mother$#&@er

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