Big Ballin' With My Homies Lyrics - E-40

{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! 

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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! 

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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!