I’m in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
Is it some cats tryin’a have at me or is it the
canine and the batteram
Plannin’ on splittin’ my crown but it ain’t gone
be too simple
See I’m a baller, I’ve got bars around the
windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas
Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign
on the fence that reads
Warning – Beware of Dogs
Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leap
Like to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes
they don’t eat
Elroys questioning me about my triple beam –
officer, I got proof!
Po-Po! That’s for weighing nuts and fruits!
Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy
knuckleheads – know what I mean
Big niggas – the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so 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 whales, we be
coonin’ – but see you the type of nigga that go
in the back room and Beep
yo’self and act like yo’ pager’s boomin

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I’ll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a
centipede’s toe I always
wanted to flow 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
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
I fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo’ pistol out
the window
Y’all otta see me at the state fair showin’ off in
front of my broad tryin’a
win my little nieces
One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there
Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL!
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little
Darryl
I know the streets like the task force know dope
I am the streets my ghetto pass can’t be revoked
Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins
Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that’s why I
ain’t got no wind

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You can call me Lawry’s cause I’m seasoned I eat
crevey – but not when it’s
bleedin’
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
And if it’s good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it
Gave yo’ ass some bread and let you go buy up some
shit
Callin’ yo’self takin’ advantage of my riches
I’m tryin’a be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk
bad about you bitches
Inducted into the hall of game back in the via
Notorious for slappin’ chicken heads upside they
weava wit my nokia
Mayday mayday I can’t call it all patrol cars and
units be on the lookout for
the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic
I’d rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I’m in
Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and Go
Hard Black
Maka opera singer want to write some raps
I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax

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If you's a ballaholic you’s a baller.