Big Ballin’ With My Homies Songtext
von E‐40

Big ballin′ with my homies
Big ballin' with my homies

Me and my click-alation, at home, away from home
In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone
I′m callin' up the Mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin′ and collarpoppin′, campaignin' like the president

C-notes, hundred dollar bills
Playaz with bread, ridin′ houses on wheels
Jewels sparklin', glistenin′, gleamin' flossy crystal clear
Baguettes, hangin′ from my fist, like a chandelier

Felines holler, scream, "Oh, he got the bump"
Soundin' like Godzilla, tryin' to get up out the trunk
Jealous mark fuckin′ suckers wanna battle, that ain′t sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo′ natural, on my squad

Fuckin' em up like that mayne, you know, my pants saggin′
Look like I done dookied on myself
Bandana, tatted, swingin 'em sideways
Livin′ lavish, big ballin' on tycoon status, bitch


Big ballin' with my homies
Big ballin′ with my homies, mossie up

Cruise, cruise

Cruisin′ Magazine, a cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so, no more slangin' rocks
We don′t walk around like peons, instead we's ′bout our scrill'
The click-alation family, straight up out The Hill

Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke
Po-Po billy club us ′cause they think that we sell dope
I told 'em that I rap, I told 'em that I spit
E′ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik

Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday
For me, bo-nitch, bootch
Hood trojan′s boss, players from the sticks

Pocket stuffin', some of the homies hustlin′
Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin'
But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin′ of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do? (Bitch, bitch!)

Big ballin′ with my homies
Big ballin' with my homies (c'mon widdit)


Rollin′ with the Mossie, we never get bored
There′s not another click, with more points scored
The breezies by the college, was lookin' for a lift
Tryin′ to ride in first class and them haters wanna trip

'Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you′re lackin' on your mackin′, then she's rollin with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose

Talkin' up under your brisneath, hot air?
Comin′ off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja, but youse a square
Whatchu doin′ Junior? Just videotapin' myself grindin′, Candid Camera
Coonin' wit mo′ scratch than dandra turf boomin'

Big ballin′ with my homies
Big ballin' with my homies, mossie up