Baller Blockin' Lyrics - Singles - E-40

E-40 

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Baller Blockin' 

[turk] 

Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on 

From sun up to sun down get our grind on 

Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank 

Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank 

You now how it is want everything for myself 

Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else 

Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all 

Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars 

Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga 

Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga 

Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work 

Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth 

Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen 

Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen 

Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours 

Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve 

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[turk](hook) 

Why you blockin us 

Baller blockin us 

You niggas can keep tryin 

Ain't no stoppin us 

[baby] 

Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots 

Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock 

Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop 

Lovely came thru in a bentley drop 

Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot 

Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock 

Word got around curly tryna close my shop 

Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock 

Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped 

Tha cameras out and them lights is on 

Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on 

So we duck and hide, supply and ride 

Big party goin down wit big wood tonite 

So we cocked tha glocks 

Cuz tha beef is rock 

Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots 

Believe that playboy 

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(hook) 

[e-40] 

Niggas be gold killin 

(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla 

Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million 

You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in 

Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay 

Straight up out tha year 2000 y2k 

We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) 

How bout atlanta you know 

We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (beyotch beyotch) 

See i just look like this 

Project english left and plain 

We use words like "it's all gravy tre" 

I spit tha (?) from tha job 

My nigga baby and them law 

Tha block controller just seen it all 

From white to brown and yellow (beyotch) 

Pineapple y'all 

Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all 

Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell 

Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig 

Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe 

Hook 

[juvenile] 

I know i need to stop but i'm solja so fuck it 

Besides i'm responsible fo supplin tha public 

My daddy got shot so i'm holdin it down 

Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown 

Bitch answer when i call make me know you got my change 

Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think i'm playin games 

See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine 

Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again 

I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya 

You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya 

Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh 

And bubba want his money so i gotta kill you now 

And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines 

I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time 

Fuck i might at well give tha dope game up 

But beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up 

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