| Song | Big Ballin' With My Homies |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire |
| 作词 : Bailey, Banks, Davis, Ray ... | |
| {editor's note: this is a remake of Sir Mix-a-Lot's "My Posse's on Broadway"} | |
| [E-40] | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Me and my Click-alation, at home away from home | |
| In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone | |
| I'm callin up the Mossie, it's time to get bent | |
| Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president | |
| C-notes, hundred dollar bills | |
| Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels | |
| Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear | |
| Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier | |
| Felines holler, scream, "Oooh he got the BUMP!! | |
| Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get up out the TRUNK!!" | |
| Jealous mark ****in suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp | |
| Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad | |
| ****in em up like that mayne, you know, my.. PANTS saggin | |
| Look like I done dookied on myself | |
| Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways | |
| Livin lavish -- big ballin on tycoon status, BEOTCH! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up! | |
| Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise... | |
| Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks | |
| Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks | |
| We don't walk around like peons, instead we's bout our scrill' | |
| The Click-alation family, straight up out The Hill | |
| Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke | |
| Po-Po billy club us cause they think that we sell dope | |
| I told em that I rap, I told em that I spit | |
| E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik | |
| Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs | |
| Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday | |
| for me, bo-nitch, BOOTCH | |
| Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks | |
| Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin | |
| Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin | |
| But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude | |
| Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do? BEOTCH, BEOTCH! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! C'mon widdit! | |
| Rrrollin with the Mossie, we never get bored | |
| There's not another Click, with more points scored | |
| The breezies by the college, was lookin for a lift | |
| Tryin to ride in first class and them haters wanna TRIP | |
| Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad | |
| If you're lackin on your mackin then she's rollin with the squad | |
| Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos | |
| No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose | |
| Talkin up under your brisneath, hot air? | |
| Comin off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja - but youse a square | |
| Whatchu doin Charlie? Just videotapin myself grindin, Candid Camera | |
| Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin' | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up! |
| zuò cí : Bailey, Banks, Davis, Ray ... | |
| editor' s note: this is a remake of Sir MixaLot' s " My Posse' s on Broadway" | |
| E40 | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Me and my Clickalation, at home away from home | |
| In the Black Bentley Azura, with the faulty chip phone | |
| I' m callin up the Mossie, it' s time to get bent | |
| Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president | |
| Cnotes, hundred dollar bills | |
| Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels | |
| Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear | |
| Baguettes hangin from my fist like a chandelier | |
| Felines holler, scream, " Oooh he got the BUMP!! | |
| Soundin like Godzilla tryin to get up out the TRUNK!!" | |
| Jealous mark in suckers wanna battle that ain' t sharp | |
| Wigsplitters that' ll comb yo' natural, on my squad | |
| in em up like that mayne, you know, my.. PANTS saggin | |
| Look like I done dookied on myself | |
| Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways | |
| Livin lavish big ballin on tycoon status, BEOTCH! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up! | |
| Karuise... cruuuuuise... | |
| Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks | |
| Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks | |
| We don' t walk around like peons, instead we' s bout our scrill' | |
| The Clickalation family, straight up out The Hill | |
| Everytime we do this, Cutlass candy on spoke | |
| PoPo billy club us cause they think that we sell dope | |
| I told em that I rap, I told em that I spit | |
| E' ry year we ship our cars to the FreakaNik | |
| Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs | |
| Homies, that open up they liquor stores on Sunday | |
| for me, bonitch, BOOTCH | |
| Hood trojan' s boss, players from the sticks | |
| Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin | |
| Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin | |
| But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude | |
| Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch' all do? BEOTCH, BEOTCH! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! C' mon widdit! | |
| Rrrollin with the Mossie, we never get bored | |
| There' s not another Click, with more points scored | |
| The breezies by the college, was lookin for a lift | |
| Tryin to ride in first class and them haters wanna TRIP | |
| Cause I never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad | |
| If you' re lackin on your mackin then she' s rollin with the squad | |
| Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos | |
| No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose | |
| Talkin up under your brisneath, hot air? | |
| Comin off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja but youse a square | |
| Whatchu doin Charlie? Just videotapin myself grindin, Candid Camera | |
| Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin' | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! | |
| Big ballin' with my homies! Mossie up! |