E-40 is a self-proclaimed "O.G." in the rap game and has been around since the early days and has an old school following from his G-Funk days. His group "The Click" consists of his brother, cousin and his sister; D-shot, B-legit, & Suga-T. His other brother Mugzi (aka Young Mugzi) has a group called the Mossie, consisting of himself, Kaveo, and Tap Dat Azz. E-40 also brought his nephew into the rap game, and is a well known bay area artists named "Turf Talk". His son "Droop-E" is now a Bay Area hyphy producer and makes uptempo beats packed with major 808 kick samples. All these rappers and many more are under his established independent label; Sic Wid It records.
His nicknames include TKA (Tycoon Known As) Charlie Hustle, E-Bonics, 40 Fonzarelli, The Ambassador of the Bay, The Ballatician, 40 Belafonte, E-Pheezy, Fortywata (40water), E-4-0 (E-Four-Oh), Mr. Flamboyant, and Earl "Poppin' His Collar" Stevens.
ENTREPRENEUR
In addition to record sales E-40 has ventured into other business opportunities. Along with former NFL player Chester McGlockton, E-40 has opened a Fatburger franchise in Pleasant Hill, California. E-40 recently authored the book, E-40's Book of Slang to be published by Warner Books. He also has his own line of liquor called Cloud 9, and he opened the now-defunct Ambassador's Lounge, a nightclub in Downtown San Jose.[13]. On Nov 16th, 2007 it was announced that Stevens, signed a franchise agreement with Wingstop Restaurants, Inc. and will open one in Southampton shopping center located in Benicia, California. "I was introduced to Wingstop in Dallas and as soon as I tasted the wings I was hooked. I love the food," said Stevens. "I chose to open in the Bay Area because this is the soil where I was born and raised, and I still live here to this day. People here are going to love these things." In late 2007, E-40 announced a new line of energy drinks called "40 Water."
Ballin
E-40 Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
I'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men, that's what they told me
And I'll break you off somethin' suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than you bring me back
(Can you)
There are some things recoupable
Gonna smooch your black and beautiful
For my partner she used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin' around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin' from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker
Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established
Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid
Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess your boat was
Twenty, and you tried to stab us
Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of control sittin' on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud fool, assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man
I want these fools to feel me
Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil
On my head and hear me
I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' outta control
This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
So take me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a
I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm ballin' outta control
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
We can get it on, we can get it on
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Forty one, and let them know
But even though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to come sic strict strict wid it
Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir, let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
Whass up you timah, when your ass gonna retire?
I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage
Out there runnin' in the streets
Lookin' up out the way for the one time
Po-Po Penelope be seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
'Cause fools be playa hatin'
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
'Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker
Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' outta control
Out of motherfuckin' control
I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold
Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control
Yeah, feel me man
I feel you man, can you feel me man
Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can you feel me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you feel me?
Yeah, feel me man
I feel you man, feel me boy?
I'm ballin' outta control
Every fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker, yeah
The lyrics to E-40's song Ballin Outta Control detail the rapper's rise to success in the music industry and his early experiences in the drug trade. He reflects on being pushed into the game at a young age and having to find a way out. E-40 reminisces about flipping patties for minimum wage and wanting to escape as he dreamt about copping coke and crack.
As the song progresses, E-40 becomes more boastful about his wealth and success. He talks about buying a 90-fo fresh off the showroom floor and throwing lavish parties. Despite the naysayers trying to bring him down and take advantage of him, E-40 remains resilient and determined to ball out of control.
Overall, Ballin Outta Control is an honest and reflective look into E-40's life and career. It shows his dedication to achieving success and his willingness to do whatever it takes to get there.
Line by Line Meaning
Pushed in the game at a young age
Started in the music industry when I was young
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
Everyone should pay attention to my progress and growth
A little past ten, roughly about
Started making moves around the age of ten
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
Found myself in a favorable position at a young age
My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
My money is not clean and it's causing problems
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
Making me contemplate
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
How can I get rid of this dirty money and buy a luxury car?
Minimum wage flippin' patties, nope
I don't want to work a low-paying job
I'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola, yola
I prefer to be involved in the drug trade
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Engaging in various illegal activities
Slave for men, that's what they told me
They wanted me to work hard for them
And I'll break you off somethin' suitable
I'll give you what you deserve
Brought you a key of crack quicker than you bring me back
I delivered drugs faster than you could repay me
(Can you) There are some things recoupable
Certain things can be recovered
Gonna smooch your black and beautiful
I'm going to kiss and appreciate your black beauty
For my partner she used to be plucked and ugly
I'm showing love to my partner who was once overlooked and unattractive
Hangin' around them old squeegee boys
Spending time with my loyal friends
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
Those are the people who genuinely care about me
They straight cut for me, deal me, touch me
They are always there for me, support me, and show affection
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
Love me, E-40
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
I'm a skilled rapper who comes from the top
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
Consistently delivering explosive music
Motherfucker comin' from the motherfuckin' mud
I come from a tough and gritty background
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
I don't care what you think, I won't compromise myself
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker
I'm too resilient and strong-willed
Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Reflecting and strategizing for success
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
Searching for an escape, then I quickly obtain money
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
Creating a vision of the life I want
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Can you understand my aspirations?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Just bought a brand new car straight from the dealership
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Now I'm wealthy like Ross Perot, so learn from me
Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established
Advice from an experienced and successful pimp
Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid
Living a wild and extravagant life, throwing extravagant parties
Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage
Getting closer to influential people who make a lot of money
Become a savage, guess your boat was
Becoming ruthless, while your own situation deteriorated
Twenty, and you tried to stab us
You tried to betray us when you had something to gain
Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you like
I have a six-figure bank account, just like I promised you
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
I have complete control over the whole city
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Your product will succeed if it's of high quality, but you need to
Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
Make sure you have legal representation when needed
The word on the street's is that I done, came up too fast
People say I became successful too quickly
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
People want to exploit me and take advantage of my success
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
Jealous people want to undermine me
You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
You don't want to involve your woman in the luxurious lifestyle I'm living
Out of control sittin' on tickets
Living a crazy and extravagant life with money to spend
Million dollar spots, technology chops
Having luxurious properties and advanced technical skills
And a motherfucker proud fool, assed ridiculous
Being proud, foolish, and extravagant
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man
Dominating and intimidating others, hand me my weapon
I want these fools to feel me
I want these people to understand and respect me
Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil
Reverend, can you bless me
On my head and hear me
Give me guidance and listen to me
I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
I would never compromise my values because I'm too strong
Motherfucker, ballin' outta control
Living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
In this industry, young artists often don't have another opportunity
So take me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a
Introduce me to this world, there's still time for me to make my mark
I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I believe you understand my message by now
I'm ballin' outta control
I'm living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
People are jealous and bitter because I achieved success at a young age
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
Every other day, I consider quitting and disappointing my family
We can get it on, we can get it on
We can handle this situation, we will confront it
Forty one, and let them know
I'm E-40 and I want to make sure they understand
But even though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Despite having money, I still have my own problems
Gots to come sic strict strict wid it
I have to be disciplined and work hard
Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo pot
Get rid of the drama and unnecessary problems
Full stir, let it settle to make it lock
Allow it to calm down and stabilize
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
Participating in extravagant activities and traveling often
Whass up you timah, when your ass gonna retire?
Hey, when are you going to retire?
I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it quits
I don't have an answer, I keep telling myself I'll retire
But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage
But I have too much money
Out there runnin' in the streets
Out there hustling and making moves
Lookin' up out the way for the one time
Keeping an eye out for law enforcement
Po-Po Penelope be seriously concentratin'
Police officers are actively watching
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
Nervously watching out for potential trouble
'Cause fools be playa hatin'
Because people are jealous and hating on my success
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Profitable locations and drug deals, financial investments
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Acquired land and crops, technical skills and weapons
'Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
Because people are trying to create drama
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
When they're trying to impress these fake women
I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry mother
I'm ready to fight and defend myself
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
I'm not going to lie, I'm drunk, high, messed up, and excited
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Drunk and throwing up, but I quickly recover
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my soul
I don't care what these people think, they believe I'll compromise my values
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker
But I'm too strong-willed and resistant
Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Reflecting and strategizing for success
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
Searching for an escape, then I quickly obtain money
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
Creating a vision of the life I want
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Can you understand my aspirations?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' outta control
Yes, I'm living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Out of motherfuckin' control
Completely out of control
I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold
I'm living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle because I'm strong-willed
Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control
Yes, I'm living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Yeah, feel me man
Yeah, understand me
I feel you man, can you feel me man
I understand you, can you understand me
Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can you feel me?
Yes, I understand you, Vitti can you understand me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you feel me?
I understand you, motherfucker can you understand me?
Yeah, feel me man
Yeah, understand me
I feel you man, feel me boy?
I understand you, do you understand me?
I'm ballin' outta control
I'm living a lavish and extravagant lifestyle
Every fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time, yes, yes, yes
All day, motherfucker, yeah
All day, motherfucker, yes
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EARL T. STEVENS, SAMUEL RAMONE BOSTIC, LOUIS KING, MIKE MOSLEY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Zonedout420
E 40 NEVER WILL NEVER DIE OUT, UNLIKE SOME RAPPERS TODAY
BMarsh BOXING
NEVER EVER EVER NEVER
🕺HOLLA' @ A PLAyA' tho 😎
I know right
Hafiz Janjua
most rappers in 2020's have a max 3 year shelf life
Zonedout420
@🕺HOLLA' @ A PLAyA' tho 😎 you trippin more like 6 months
Terrence McCardell
Sir Mixalot's delivery and sample + E40's slang, delivery and style = instant classic
Ben M
Little Known Fact: In the 90's Gary Payton was a professional actor in E-40 videos.
In his spare time, he was an all-star NBA point guard.
Moded_Corroded
😂😂😂
June E.
Little know fact: Seattle was the first city to go dumb like this. E40 was dope but he need to recognize that the 206 not the 707 was poppin first. Sir Mix A lot started that shit.... too bad he couldn’t get another hit though. Big ups to my folks in the 206! Go Hawks!
rhuttrho88
Ahahaha😂