E-40 - Earl That's Yo' Life Lyrics
[too $hort]Earl.. whassup mayne?Its yo potnah short dawgYou know we come a long way baby+from the ground up+Oh they love the way us players ballNo doubt, thats how we do thisIts all about you mayneIts yo life, let em know somethin[e-40]I come from where they pop they collarsAnd couldnt be saved by (? ? )Cause Ill probably never ever see the pearly gatesAt the rate Im goin now, itll be too lateTake life taste it, get on and smell itYou know what charlie is? well its sucker repellantI spray myself with it every morning, you dig?I spray myself right before I leave the cribHot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochetIm bendin corners in my cadillac escaladeIts summertime and Im scorchin, ***** a bulletproofIm hella keyed and Im perkin off that num-num juiceIm in the traffic with my music on stormGot a ticket just for blowin my, horn (ba-baaa, ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa)The real, pinkie ring, princess cutCarats on, around my neckLookin like some clones, be at yo bestWe dont play checkers no more, we play chessOne trey tri trey double (? ? )H-i-double-l sideshowAll about my fetti-ohOne-time want to see me foldIts ob-vious Im humungousAcres cars and businessesAll about my fetti-ohBank account got to be tallDiamonds on my wrists and shitTycoon stickin to the script, beotch!Chorus: {sung}Earl, thats yo lifeOoohhhhh earl, thats yo lifeEarl, thats yo lifeOoohhhhh earl, thats yo liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife[e-40]Straight up out the gameThe realest nigga you done talked to all dayIts the dry season, outsmart the po-posCookin birdies in the kitchen, with c-boFrom livin nappy, erybody know meUsed to sell taffy, white girl nasal candyHoesll dress tacky, just so I can bank they domeBank em make them think Im broke,Use the dope game as a steppin stone(? ? ) (? ? ) next steal walkie talkiesIm the one that really-natin them faulty chipsI got the gift of gab, Im off the choo choo trackI want the fetti, ***** the fame, yall can have thatOne-time want to see me foldIts ob-vious Im humungous[$hort] thats rightAcres cars and businesses[$hort] you cant stop the tycoonAll about my fetti-ohBank account got to be tallDiamonds on my wrists and shit[$hort] you cant stop e-feezy, beyatchChorus[e-40]The street life, +ballin outta control+My +million dollar spot+, way too coldSo many +record haters+, my +back against the wall+When I was growin up I seen a lot of +rappers ball+Bring the yellow tape, +its on, on sight+You wanna squash the funk? shoot me a peace kiteWhere the party at? who got that carlos rossi?Who in my +drinkin club+? Im bout to mob somebodyIm fee-ed-exin, (? ? ) have me do a (? ? ) waitFrom sardines and (? ? ) (? ? )I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me backTold me to sell my triple beam, and start rapOne-time want to see me foldIts ob-vious Im humungousAcres cars and businessesAll about my fetti-ohBank account got to be tallDiamonds on my wrists and shitTycoon stickin to the script, beotch!Chorus[ts] you know what I said[40] whatd you say pimpin?[ts] short dawg[40] short deezy[ts] oh I ride with my potnah[40] nigga I ride with you too pimpin[ts] bumpin them woofers like this[40] boom boom boom boom!!![ts] cant smell this funk, we been doin this[40] been doin it[ts] you know I love these new niggaz manI love when they get on that paper chase[40] right, right, right right right right right..[ts] so far, they cant do this[40] cant do this[ts] not like this[40] uh-huh, nah[ts] we talkin limousines and mansions[40] limousines, mansions[ts] got to keep these hoes dancin[40] got to keep em dancin, dirty dancin[ts] *****es love us[40] they love us.. what they do?[ts] they love us[40] thats right pimpin
