| Me and my Click-alation, at home away from home
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| In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone
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| I’m callin up the Mossie, it’s time to get bent
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| Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president
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| C-notes, hundred dollar bills
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| Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels
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| Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear
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| Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier
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| Felines holler, scream, Oooh he got the BUMP!
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| Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get up out the TRUNK!
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| Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle -- that ain’t sharp
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| Wig-splitters that’ll comb yo’natural, on my squad
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| Fuckin em up like that mayne, you know, my. |
| PANTS saggin
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| Look like I done dookied on myself
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| Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
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| Livin lavish -- big ballin on tycoon status, BEOTCH!
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| Big ballin’with my homies!
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| Big ballin’with my homies! |
| Mossie up!
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| Ka-ruise… cruuuuuise…
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| Cruisin’Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
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| Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks
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| We don’t walk around like peons, instead we’s bout our scrill'
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| The Click-alation family, straight up out The Hill
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| Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke
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| Po-Po billy club us cause they think that we sell dope
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| I told em that I rap, I told em that I spit
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| E’ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
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| Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
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| Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday
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| for me, bo-nitch, BOOTCH
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| Hood trojan’s boss, players from the sticks
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| Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
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| Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin
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| But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude
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| Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch’all do? |
| BEOTCH, BEOTCH!
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| Big ballin’with my homies!
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| Big ballin’with my homies! |
| C’mon widdit!
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| Rrrollin with the Mossie, we never get bored
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| There’s not another Click, with more points scored
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| The breezies by the college, was lookin for a lift
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| Tryin to ride in first class and them haters wanna TRIP
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| Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
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| If you’re lackin on your mackin then she’s rollin with the squad
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| Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos
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| No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
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| Talkin up under your brisneath, hot air?
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| Comin off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja — but youse a square
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| Whatchu doin Charlie? |
| Just videotapin myself grindin, Candid Camera
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| Coonin’wit mo’scratch den dandra turf boomin'
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| Big ballin’with my homies!
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| Big ballin’with my homies! |
| Mossie up! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Ballin' with My Homies , by - E-40. Song from the album Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп