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 ****** suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad ****** 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 **** 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!
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 ****** suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad ****** 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 **** 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!
