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1. _ The Mail Man
Kick this shit about the mail man
[ verse 1 ]
Time for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his birthday
A.k., forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti
That i gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle
Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the mailman
(boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x
Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room
[ verse 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (i think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(hm-hm) well, check this part out, brother
(okay) the nigga that the mail man shot
Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(that's right) right off that hop, premiditated plot
I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but i was raised eatin swine
Trapped in the game since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, i'm settin the rules
I got some clues, and i refuse
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth
(boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x
When i see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
[ verse 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin
Schemin, actin like a demon
My pores is stinkin, and i'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
To go, so i figured that he's after me
Till the word on the streets is that i'm after him
True, now i'm waitin for departure
Cause i'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And i can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, i'ma just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, i know where he sleeps
Hot-wired the thunderbird
I'm headed for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another part of the city
Now i'm his presence, about to let him have it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket
(boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x
When i see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
(boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x
Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Hm-hm
Mail man needs money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the mail man
Ass-out jungle
Gotta watch your back and play it well
Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas
That's real
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(boom-boom!)
Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(boom-boom!)
Now his ass is doomed
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2. _ Ballin' Outta Control
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as i turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
Got a nigga seriously thinkin
"how can i kill this odor, and purchase me a lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with coca-cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
And i'll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, l-o-v-e
E-to-the-f-to-the-r-t-y
I spits the shit from the t-o-p
It's me, the e, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think i sell my soul
But i'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus: levitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then i snatch the scratch, and laugh
So i painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now i'm havin long money, like ross perot, so take
Notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
With big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like i tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that i done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
To what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
And hear me
I never sell my soul cause i'm way too cold
Motherfucker! ballin outta control
Interlud: levitti
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
So take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
Of what i'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young motherfucker ballin"
"every other fuckin day i'm tellin my sahies how to quit"
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young motherfucker ballin"
"we can get it on, we can get it on"
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young motherfucker ballin"
"forty-water, straight lettin em know"
"even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..
Gots to come sic-sic-sic-wid-it"
Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to vegas, frequent flier
"whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that i'ma call it quits
But i got myself
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-po penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as i watch the back for all of my chemistry
Cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie i'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz they think i'll sell my soul
But i'm way too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus
[levi] yeah yeah, i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] out of motherfuckin control
[lev] i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] cause i'm way too cold
[lev] yayayy, i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] motherfucker! ah yeah
Feel me main
[lev] i feel you main
[e-40] can you feel me main
[lev] yeah, i feel you main
[e-40] vitti can you feel me?
[lev] i feel yah!
[e-40] motherfucker can you feel me?
[lev] yeahahayahahah!
[e-40] feel me main
[lev] i feel you main
[e-40] feel me boy?
[lev] i'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
[e-40] every fuckin time
All day, motherfucker
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4. _ Where The Party At
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5. _ Captain Save A Hoe (remix)
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6. _ Practice Looking Hard
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7. _ Bring The Yellow Tape
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8. _ Captain Save A Hoe
Chorus: e-40 and 'hoes'
Ah is a, ah is a, should i save her?
I want to be saved!!!!
(b-legit)
It's 1993 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes
You know how these tricks we be buyin' |
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