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Artist :E-40
Album :Tha Hall of Game
Title :

Rapper's Ball



Where them naked hoes at?

E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!

Chorus: K-Ci

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false

Verse One: E-40Too $hort

I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezyfor sheezyniggaz 'member
EarlBratand Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automaticBURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the trafficWHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in ituhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it

I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexustrucksdrop-VetteCaddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Chorus

Verse Two: E-40Too $hort

K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the tendon't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house

They always said I couldn't rapI just say bitch
I guess the bitchmade me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckinfat bitches
All work and no playI do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40

Chorus

Verse Three: E-40Too $hort

We throw parties on big-ass boatsniggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive tripsMontego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fightsshamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flightsup dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checksfat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blaconybarbecuin ribs
The more scrillathe merrier
I represent the Ya area

I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Parkwe had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of thatcan't you tell
it's funkyeverybody nod they head like this
I said bitchand everybody read my lips
I got richsuckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo'game than them
It came straight from the prostitutesplayersand pimps
It was my destinyI came the same every time
So don't question meI transfer the game in the rhymes

I'm not a freestylerdon't rap for free main
It's Paystyle on minecuz I love money main
Landrovers and ToyotaLexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoesbitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my carbitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of gamewhile y'all be ear-hustlin
Ain't no paperback pimpin niggawe ain't strugglin

Chorus

Verse Four: Too $hort

I'm Shorty the PimpI come funky
Again and againthey say when will it end?
Maybe nevercause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheeseI want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhereand I'm past that
For the right scratchI be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hitbut your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be meso would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the familynot freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentinpay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!

(That's writToo ScheeziAnt BanksForty FonzarelliK-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That's right)

 



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