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Rapper's Ball (E-40)
   
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Title: Rapper's Ball
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E-40
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Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezey! Too Scheezy! We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby! Off the heezy I thought you theezy!! Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main! They ain't havin no raveez! Shit. Haha you know us. Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit. Lace dem fools or something. Beotch! Chorus: K-Ci Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false Verse One: E-40Too $hort I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town Thought you theezyfor sheezyniggaz 'member EarlBratand Denell dem boys from Vallel At every light it's automaticBURN RUBBER See my folkers in the trafficWHASSUP ERB Follow that cab it got dope in ituhh My potnah $hort got hoes in it I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong S-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes Lexustrucksdrop-VetteCaddy Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy Chorus Verse Two: E-40Too $hort K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli But shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plate Don't put the two on the tendon't ever perpetrate Like a lot of these fools I see on TV With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes? Sometimes it's cool to floss But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car Before you buy a house They always said I couldn't rapI just say bitch I guess the bitchmade me rich And now you wanna call me hardcore While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes This industry'll is like fuckinfat bitches All work and no playI do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40 Chorus Verse Three: E-40Too $hort We throw parties on big-ass boatsniggaz wrap they paper Ultrafied all-inclusive tripsMontego Jamaica Front row seats at the Ultimate Fightsshamrock and severin Long expensive fuh-flightsup dere in the heavens Fat ass royalty checksfat ass cribs Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blaconybarbecuin ribs The more scrillathe merrier I represent the Ya area I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah Hit Arroyo Parkwe had tapes for sale Got a paper bag full of thatcan't you tell it's funkyeverybody nod they head like this I said bitchand everybody read my lips I got richsuckin up the game from the O and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow I survived cuz I got mo'game than them It came straight from the prostitutesplayersand pimps It was my destinyI came the same every time So don't question meI transfer the game in the rhymes I'm not a freestylerdon't rap for free main It's Paystyle on minecuz I love money main Landrovers and ToyotaLexuses Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses We don't be savin hoesbitches be savin us Bitch disrespect me in my carbitch best to catch the bus I keep a briefcase full of gamewhile y'all be ear-hustlin Ain't no paperback pimpin niggawe ain't strugglin Chorus Verse Four: Too $hort I'm Shorty the PimpI come funky Again and againthey say when will it end? Maybe nevercause I can still spit it But I ain't rappin for cheeseI want meal tickets Gotta start somewhereand I'm past that For the right scratchI be the last mack So stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hitbut your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ET You can't be meso would you please see If you can keep my name out your mouth Cause you don't really know what the game's all about It's bout feedin the familynot freakin in the Benz Instead of rentinpay for that roof on your head And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick Bitch! (That's writToo ScheeziAnt BanksForty FonzarelliK-Ci) Damn is that right? (That's right)  

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