Eazy-e Wanna Be A Balla Lyrics

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't
slip
On a funky-dope track, jump back
Strapped with a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 'lac
Don't clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG playas don't set trip
Or you might get what we call a rat pack
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fly-big Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no foo
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them players that I know is real

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

Dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for the sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a G-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)
A real player named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools paying me
And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is
Before you do a record, partner, handle your business
And don't get caught slipping on the under
Or you might wonder (What's up with them ends, G?)
I call a spade a spade and get paid
G's show the way, so I give love to 'em

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

Nobody move, nobody get hurt
That's how it is when it come to me
Cause I'm the short but wicked playa named Eazy
Women can't play me, some say I'm crazy
But I don't think so, come if you're a loco
I gives a damn about a skanless trick
let me hit it one time and trick that sick
But don't trip, gives my dough to no ho
That's how it is, I got no love for ya

*I know all the lyrics are correct now.*