Sandali

Lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] 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 trapped in a ghetto cage 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 you can bring me back ? 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 niggas, 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 Tryin to 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 [Verse 2: E-40] 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 swole but once Twenty inch drums established Six figure digits, just like I tell you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches Your product'll win if you gots top grade Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid The word on the streets is that I done came up too fast Motherfuckers want a piece of my soil Playa haters wanna cut my grass You don't wanna bring your bitch To what type of (?) out of control sittin on tickets Million-dollar spots, technology chops And a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man I'on believes fools feel me Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head And heal me I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold Motherfucker! Ballin outta control [Interlude: LeVitti] This ol' game, kids they run Never get a second chance So take me to this world Now there's always time, to getcha I guess by now you get the picture Of what I'm tryin to say I'm ballin outta control "Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahabs how to quit" "Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "We can get it on, we can get it on" "Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" "Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger.. Gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It" [Verse 3: E-40] Throw, the whole unit in a big ass gumbo pot Foam stir, let it settle then make it lock Let it settle to make it lock Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier "Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?" I ain't knowin' Keep tellin myself that I'mma call it quits But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage out there roamin' the streets Lookin up out the way for the one-time Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin' Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry Cause fools are playa hatin Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks Esquired land and crops, techno chops and Glocks Cause niggas be tryin to make movies When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother I ain't even gon' lie I'm to' Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped Fuck these niggas they think I'll sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfucker! [Chorus: LeVitti] Sittin in my livin room Thinkin of, a master plan Tryin to 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 [Outro: Levitti] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control [E-40] Out of motherfuckin control [LeV] I'm ballin outta control [E-40] Cause I'm way too cold [Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control [E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E-40] Can you feel me main [LeV] Yeah, I feel you main [E-40] Vitti can you feel me? [LeV] I feel yah! [E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me? [LeV] Yeahahayahahah! [E-40] Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E-40] Feel me boy? [LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh [E-40] Every fuckin time All day, motherfucker