Stressmatic - Ballin' is Fun lyrics

[Hook] x2 My neck and wrist be shinin in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun [Verse 2: E-40] Protect yourself at all times, cause n***as be on Belucci and snort lines 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 gon' end Er'yday my birthday, don't worry out what I spend Everything this hustler got, this hustler earned it Monster, but my first name ain't Herman Came in the game with nothin', got out the game with somethin' Was traffic out there rushin', in the ghetto out there hustlin' Stacking my chips, eating my bread, strapped with the lead They want me dead Knocking a ho, getting some head, on a Sealy mattress bed Took a left over from my bundle after I copped and bought a drop Ballin' is fun, I bought it with 1's, drove it up off of the lot Went in and got me some slap, and wrapped in matte black Tinted window front and back, Pontiac and the 20 sack [Hook] x2 My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun [Verse 2: Too Short] 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 (on yourself) You never know when it's your turn to get rich Brand new whip with a bad lil' b**h Hun'ed 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, dawg (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 ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun [Verse 3: B-Legit] 16 zippers in a one pound bag, 16 strippers getting down like that Move around like that, beaver doing great I remember out of state can't ache for great I remember how the stake and that [?] Just touched back down so I'm extra straight Got a date with an Asian she be raisin' the bar On half down town, wanna' f** my car I'm a real rap star, got the felony flow Like I robed the ba** line and f**ed the melody slow [?] you know, oh, we gon' get rich 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 rolly on the wrist [Hook] x 2 My neck and wrist be shinin' in the sun All big faces, ain't none of these ones Out here getting it in the California slums Because ballin' is fun