Big Ballin With My Homies Lyrics by E-40

Big Ballin With My Homies Lyrics

    {editor's note: this is a remake of sir mix-a-lot's "my posse's on broadway"}

    [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 wit bread ridin houses on wheels
    Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear
    Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier
    Felines holler, scream, "oooh 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, beotch!

    Big ballin' with my homies!
    Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!

    Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...

    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? beotch, beotch!

    Big ballin' with my homies!
    Big ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!

    Rrrollin 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 charlie? just videotapin myself grindin, candid camera
    Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'

    Big ballin' with my homies!
    Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!

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