Ballin'
Eminem Lyrics


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Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably

Man I got everything candy painted and candy pain attends
So dark I be lying if I said I ain't hit it at least nine of my friends
Plus I got so much candy paint in my rims
Paint be flying off a car I'll be candy painting the neighborhood kids
I got that whole block looking like it's candy land
Ask about me man they be like there go to candy man
I park the car in the garage and go winning
Come back the next morning the rims are still spinning
Hit the does on a, this shit looks like the batmobile
32 inch rims shit I ain't even got no wheels
Custom theater custom kitty woodgrain custom everything
What's that on the seat, custom mustard stain
Now let's go hit the mall, yo all know everything the ball
Get out the car they be like "oh there go them superstars"
Hit every single store flash a fucking wad of cash
But I ain't buying shit bitch
Kiss my candy painted ass

We balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably

Hit the corner liquor store, to get corona, tip the owner
Sipped it on the way out as I dip, I wanna rip the road up
And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes
When I be at a theater, shit, anything goes
I'm ballin' outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
But shit, I'm stingy as fuck, I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes
These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like, "What up?"
Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint's enough
If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see

Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably

Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck
I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what?
I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
You fuckin' keyed up my Benz? Bitch, I beat up my friends
Don't think I won't beat a bitch, I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat
I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
I fuckin' take a Make-A-Wish Foundation patient with me
How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV
Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys
You fuckin' brat, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me
Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later
We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater and quit your

Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably

"Tracy, I joined this class 'cause I thought I'd be cooking with a partner
But she's never here, and I don't get twice the credit for all the work"

"I didn't invent odd numbers, Seth"

"I know, but I'm over here in my unit, every day
Cooking my terrible-tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan
I mean, look at him, it looks like the most fun I've ever seen in my entire life
And, I'm just saying, I wash and dry, I'm like a single mother
And no offense, but everyone takes this class to get an A
And it's bullshit, but uh, no offense, I'm just saying
And I'm not putting down your profession, but when am I gonna need to cook tiramisu?
Am I gonna be a chef? No
There's three weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing
Oh my god, that's like the coolest fucking story I've ever heard in my life!
It's insane
Can you tell us again? Do you have time?
Tracy, Tracy, can you hear me? I'm in the car right now




Listen, I am McLovin, yeah
Mclovin in the house! Mclovin in the house! Yeah!"

Overall Meaning

"Ballin'" is a song by American rapper Eminem, featured on his eighth studio album, The Marshall Mathers LP 2, which was released in 2013. The song features a braggadocious Eminem boasting about his wealth, cars, and his lavish lifestyle. He doesn't shy away from flaunting his affluence and material possessions. He flexes his cars, including a Batmobile, and his expensive taste while trashing women who don't meet his standards.


Eminem raps about what he does when he's bored of transacting millions of dollars, such as visiting local stores, getting Corona beer and hitting the cinema to woo girls. The song also includes a snippet of dialogue from the 2007 film "Superbad." Eminem samples Toto's "Africa" on this song, giving it a catchy melody to accompany the beat, making it an upbeat party record.


The song is among one of Eminem's rarest tracks ever given that it has not been released as a single or been performed live in public.


Line by Line Meaning

Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Repeated statement emphasizing the extravagant lifestyle the artist is living


Balling uncontrollably
Further emphasis on the artist's lavish lifestyle


Man I got everything candy painted and candy pain attends
The artist has a car that is painted in bright colors and attracts attention


So dark I be lying if I said I ain't hit it at least nine of my friends
The artist claims to have had sex with multiple partners, jokingly implying that the car is a status symbol for him


Plus I got so much candy paint in my rims
More emphasis on the car's bright colors and the artist's wealth


Paint be flying off a car I'll be candy painting the neighborhood kids
The artist is so wealthy that he spends money on painting decorations for local kids


I got that whole block looking like it's candy land
Further emphasis on the bright and colorful style of the car, likening the surrounding area to a theme park


Ask about me man they be like there go to candy man
The artist is known for his wealth and the extravagant lifestyle that he leads


I park the car in the garage and go winning
The artist is so wealthy that he doesn't need to worry about his car getting stolen


Come back the next morning the rims are still spinning
The car's rims are spinning because they are so large and contain a lot of momentum


Hit the does on a, this shit looks like the batmobile
The car is so large and ostentatious that it attracts attention, as if it were from the popular Batman series


32 inch rims shit I ain't even got no wheels
The car's large rims are so expensive that the artist is joking that he could buy them instead of actual wheels


Custom theater custom kitty woodgrain custom everything
The artist has spent a lot of money on customizing the interior of the car to fit his specific tastes


What's that on the seat, custom mustard stain
A joke implying that even the stains on the car's upholstery are custom-made


Now let's go hit the mall, yo all know everything the ball
The artist is so wealthy that he can afford to spend money on unnecessary purchases


Get out the car they be like "oh there go them superstars"
The artist is so famous that people identify him and his friends on sight as celebrities


Hit every single store flash a fucking wad of cash
The artist is so rich that he carries a large amount of cash wherever he goes and spends it without worry


But I ain't buying shit bitch
The artist has no intention of actually buying anything and enjoys showing off his wealth


Kiss my candy painted ass
A sarcastic statement telling those who are jealous of his wealth to kiss his buttocks, which are also metaphorically candy painted


We balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Further emphasis on the extravagant lifestyle the artist is living


Balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
Continued emphasis on the artist's lavish lifestyle


Hit the corner liquor store, to get corona, tip the owner
The artist stops at a convenient store to buy beer and tips the employee, flaunting his wealth


Sipped it on the way out as I dip, I wanna rip the road up
The artist drives recklessly and without concern for others as he goes to conquer the road


And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes
The artist plans to go to a movie theater and attempt to attract women


When I be at a theater, shit, anything goes
The artist implies he is willing to do anything to impress women when he's at a movie theater


I'm ballin' outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
The artist is wealthy and women are attracted to him because of his financial status


But shit, I'm stingy as fuck, I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes
The artist is stingy with his money, despite his lavish lifestyle and attempts to attract women


These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like, "What up?"
The artist doesn't share his wealth with women and they don't receive any benefit from his lavish lifestyle


Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint's enough
The artist is dismissive of women and sees their attention as unnecessary since he has his car to impress onlookers


If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
Despite the artist's attempts to attract women, he is dismissive of their attention


Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see
The artist plans to leave quickly and without concern for the reaction of those around him


Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Further emphasis on the extravagant lifestyle the artist is living


Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably
Continued emphasis on the artist's lavish lifestyle


Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck
The artist expects sexual favors from women in exchange for his time and attention


I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what?
Aggressive and sexual invitation to women


I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
Further sexual connotations meant to exploit women and their bodies


Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
Jokingly referring to fighting women, albeit in an aggressive and sexist manner


You fuckin' keyed up my Benz? Bitch, I beat up my friends
The artist is willing to use violence to retaliate against his enemies and is proud of his track record of violence within his own social circle


Don't think I won't beat a bitch, I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
Further emphasis on the artist's willingness to use violence


You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat
Demeaning and insulting language used against those who the artist perceives as being inferior


I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
Further derogatory language against others who are perceived as being lesser than the artist


What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
A sarcastic and crude remark aimed at the disability of another person


I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
The artist is willing to resort to violence to ensure that others perform the way he desires them to


I fuckin' take a Make-A-Wish Foundation patient with me
The artist is willing to take those less fortunate than himself on outings, but implies that it's for his own gain


How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV
Continued derogatory language against those who are ill or in need of medical treatment


Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys
Further use of drugs and suggestive language in an aggressive and sexist manner


You fuckin' brat, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me
The artist is controlling and dismissive of children and is willing to take them on outings for his own gain


Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later
Further implications of the artist using children and their vulnerability for his own gain


We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater and quit your
The artist is planning on performing an illegal activity and has enlisted the help of others


"Tracy, I joined this class 'cause I thought I'd be cooking with a partner But she's never here, and I don't get twice the credit for all the work" "I didn't invent odd numbers, Seth"
A sudden change of topic from the artist's lavish lifestyle to a conversation between two people about their shared class


"I know, but I'm over here in my unit, every day Cooking my terrible-tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan I mean, look at him, it looks like the most fun I've ever seen in my entire life And, I'm just saying, I wash and dry, I'm like a single mother And no offense, but everyone takes this class to get an A And it's bullshit, but uh, no offense, I'm just saying"
A person in the conversation is complaining about their difficult experience in a class, feeling frustrated with the workload and the perceived unfairness of grading


"Oh my God, that's like the coolest fucking story I've ever heard in my life! It's insane Can you tell us again? Do you have time?" Tracy, Tracy, can you hear me? I'm in the car right now Listen, I am McLovin, yeah Mclovin in the house! Mclovin in the house! Yeah!"
A sudden shift in topic to a humorous conversation between two people discussing a story they just heard




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Written by: Marshall Mathers

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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