E-40 - Baller Blockin' Lyrics
[turk]Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind onFrom sun up to sun down get our grind onTryna bust it wide open and build up my clankSend a hit at these niggas so we could be the jankYou now how it is want everything for myselfWant every nigga scorin for me nobody elseImma dog it aint not secret I want it allTha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy carsTha game is cold but its fair niggaCant trust no man cuz a nigga dont care niggaNigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha workKidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earthThem niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzenBetter know tha game cuz if you dont you get killed cuzenBe ready to take a nigga to war behinds yoursSpark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve[turk](hook)Why you blockin usBaller blockin usYou niggas can keep tryinAint no stoppin us[baby]Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shotsTha feds came thru cant stop tha clockThen why a nigga up tryna close my shopLovely came thru in a bentley dropTha cadilac truck we painted then got hotStill runnin thru them hallways toten a glockWord got around curly tryna close my shopTha mail man down bad he can grab tha glockTell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get poppedTha cameras out and them lights is onThem feds comn thru and they gettin it onSo we duck and hide, supply and rideBig party goin down wit big wood toniteSo we *****ed tha glocksCuz tha beef is rockNiggas shootin out windows instead of head shotsBelieve that playboy(hook)[e-40]Niggas be gold killin(? ) slippery like grease create yall bin on a (? ) scrillaCall tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a millionYou best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled inWhoopin ass and takin names about my payStraight up out tha year 2000 y2kWe aint fit tha bearin ***** bamas, (? ), (? )How bout atlanta you knowWe aint gotta smash pennies to make (? ) no mo (beyotch beyotch)See I just look like thisProject english left and plainWe use words like its all gravy treI spit tha (? ) from tha jobMy nigga baby and them lawTha block controller just seen it allFrom white to brown and yellow (beyotch)Pineapple yallLeaky brown color to baller blockin yallWit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smellBall to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya digBall to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoeHook[juvenile]I know I need to stop but Im solja so ***** itBesides Im responsible fo supplin tha publicMy daddy got shot so Im holdin it downOutline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown***** answer when I call make me know you got my changeIs it explodin in yo brain, do you think Im playin gamesSee thats why lil niggas like u get murder over cainePut yo self in a spot where u wont be working againI aint gone let yo partners from yo block confuse yaYou broke em off a package and they tryna misuse yaNow tell em who got assed out you and me too huhAnd bubba want his money so I gotta kill you nowAnd all these mutha*****in laws tryna take minesI aint wit that bullshit two at tha same time***** I might at well give tha dope game upBut beatrice said he got a fresh package that came upHook
