Ballin' Outta Control

E-40

[Featuring LeVitti]



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



Gotta 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