{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 fuckin suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp. Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural on my squad. Fuckin 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 dope. 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!.