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