Ballin’ is Fun E-40 & Too $hort (Ft. B-Legit)

[Chorus: E-40]
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
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 1: E-40]
Protect yourself at all times
'Cause niggas 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'y day 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'
In the traffic out there rushin', in the ghetto out there hustlin'
Stacking my cho, getting 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 ones, drove it up off of the lot
Went and got me some slap, and wrapped it matte black
Tinted window front and back, pint of 'gnac and the 20 sack
BIATCH!