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E-40( Earl Stevens )
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Earl Thats Yo Life
Lyricist:A Banks, O Cooper, S Howell, T Shaw, E Stevens
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'
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 repellent 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 escalate 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 The real, pinkie ring, princess cut Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 [Incomprehensible] H I double L sideshow
All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humongous, 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
Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life
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, everybody 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
[Incomprehensible]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
All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humongous, acres cars and businesses All about my fetti-oh, bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit, you can't stop e-feezy beotch
Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life
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? Girl I'm 'bout to mob somebody
I'm fee-ed-exin', [Incomprehensible] From sardines and [Incomprehensible] I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap
All about my fetti-oh, one-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humongous, 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
Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life Earl, that's yo' life Oh Earl, that's yo' life
You know what I said What'd you say pimpin'? Short Dawg Short Deezy
Oh I ride with my potnah Nigga I ride with you too pimpin' Bumpin' them woofers like this Boom boom boom boom!!
Can't smell this funk, we been doin' this Been doin' it You know I love these new niggaz man I love when they get on that paper chase Right, right, right
So far, they can't do this Can't do this Not like this Uh-huh, nah
We talkin' limousines and mansions Limousines, mansions Got to keep these hoes dancin' Got to keep 'em dancin', dirty dancin' Bitches love us They love us, what they do? They love us That's right pimpin'
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