E-40 - Ballin' is fun - feat. b-legit lyrics

[Hook] x 2 My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these rude Out here getting it in the California slum Because ballin is fun Protect yourself at all times, cause n***as be on bellucian and snort wild Real life, not a movie, hard times Gotta be aware, pay attention to your warning signs That's why I life live to the end, cause you never know when it's gonn end Eryday my birthday, don't worry out what I spend This hustler got, this hustler earned it Monster, but my first name ain't Herman Came in the game with nothing, got out the game with something Was traffic out there rushing, in the ghetto out there hustling Stacking my chips, eating my bread, strapped with the lead They want me dead Knocking hoe, getting some head, on a ceiling mattress bed Took a left over from my bundle after I copped and bought a drop More and it's fun, I bought it with 1's, drove it off of the lot Wind got me some slap, and wrapped in mat black Tinted window front and back, Pontiac, in the 20 sack [Hook] x 2 My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these rude Out here getting it in the California slum Because ballin is fun Your life is hard, times are tough, looking for money, you can't find enough You try rapping, but nobody signed you up Got some c**aine, try to grind and stuff Went to jail, now your time is up Can't get it all together cause your mind is f**ed Mad at the world cause you ride the bus Looking out the window, wanna ride like us I'ma tell you something that's good for your health Never give up on yourself You never know when it's your turn to get rich Brand new whip with a bad lil b**h Hunned thousand dollars on your first car sh** can really happen when you work hard I'ma do it till I'm dead and gone, short dog, what you doing I'm having hella fun [Hook] x 2 My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these rude Out here getting it in the California slum Because ballin is fun 16 zippers in a one pound bag, 16 strippers getting down like that Moving round like that, beaver doing great I remember I was state pen ache for great I remember how the stake and that vva Just touched back down so I'm extra straight Got a date with an asian she be register bar On half down town, wanna f** my car I'm a real rap star, got the felony flow Like I robed the baseline and f**ed the melody slow ...you know, oh we gonn get right b**h listen to a pimp when he talking that sh** I keep the wood in the whip, kush in the swish You never seen a black n***a ball like this In every magazine I be all like this With the 40k rollie on the wrist [Hook] x 2 My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these rude Out here getting it in the California slum Because ballin is fun