E-40

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  • E-40 Earl That's Yo' Life Lyrics

           

    [Too $hort]

    Earl.. whassup mayne?

    It's yo' potnah Short Dawg

    You know we come a long way baby

    +From the Ground Up+

    Oh they love the way us players ball

    No doubt, that's how we do this

    It's all about you mayne

    It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin



    [E-40]

    I come from where they pop they collars

    and couldn't be saved by Creflo Dollar

    Cause I'll probably never ever see the pearly gates

    At the rate I'm goin now, it'll be too late

    Take life taste it, get on and smell it

    You know what Charlie is? Well it's sucker repellant

    I spray myself with it every morning, you dig?

    I spray myself right before I leave the crib

    Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet

    I'm bendin corners in my Cadillac Escalade

    It's summertime and I'm scorchin, fuck a bulletproof

    I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin off that num-num juice

    I'm in the traffic with my music on STORM

    Got a ticket just for blowin my, HORN (ba-baaa, ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa)

    The real, pinkie ring, princess cut

    Carats on, around my neck

    Lookin like some clones, be at yo' best

    We don't play checkers no more, we play chess

    One trey tri trey double (??)

    H-I-double-L sideshow

    All about my fetti-oh

    One-time want to see me fold

    It's ob-vious I'm humungous

    Acres cars and businesses

    All about my fetti-oh

    Bank account got to be tall

    Diamonds on my wrists and shit

    Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH!



    Chorus: {sung}



    Earl, that's yo' life

    Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' life

    Earl, that's yo' life

    Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife



    [E-40]

    Straight up out the game

    The realest nigga you done talked to all day

    It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's

    Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with C-Bo

    From livin nappy, e'rybody know me

    Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy

    Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can bank they dome

    Bank 'em make them think I'm broke,

    use the dope game as a steppin stone

    (??) (??) next steal walkie talkies

    I'm the one that really-natin them faulty chips

    I got the gift of gab, I'm off the choo choo track

    I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can HAVE THAT

    One-time want to see me fold

    It's ob-vious I'm humungous

    [$hort] That's right

    Acres cars and businesses

    [$hort] You can't stop the tycoon

    All about my fetti-oh

    Bank account got to be tall

    Diamonds on my wrists and shit

    [$hort] You can't stop E-Feezy, BEYATCH



    Chorus



    [E-40]

    The street life, +Ballin Outta Control+

    My +Million Dollar Spot+, way too cold

    So many +Record Haters+, my +Back Against the Wall+

    When I was growin up I seen a lot of +Rappers Ball+

    Bring the yellow tape, +It's On, On Sight+

    You wanna squash the funk? Shoot me a peace kite

    Where the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi?

    Who in my +Drinkin Club+? I'm bout to mob somebody

    I'm fee-ed-exin, (??) have me do a (??) wait

    From sardines and SPAM to Terriaki steaks

    I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back

    Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap

    One-time want to see me fold

    It's ob-vious I'm humungous

    Acres cars and businesses

    All about my fetti-oh

    Bank account got to be tall

    Diamonds on my wrists and shit

    Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH!



    Chorus



    [TS] You know what I said

    [40] What'd 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] Can't smell this funk, we been doin this

    [40] Been doin it

    [TS] You know I love these new niggaz man

    I love when they get on that paper chase

    [40] Right, right, right right right right right..

    [TS] So far, they can't do this

    [40] Can't 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] Bitches love us

    [40] They love us.. what they do?

    [TS] They love us

    [40] That's right pimpin

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