E-40

[Too $hort]
Earl.. whassup mayne?
Its 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, thats how we do this
Its all about you mayne
Its yo life, let em know somethin
[E-40]
I come from where they pop they collars
and couldnt be saved by Creflo Dollar
Cause Ill probably never ever see the pearly gates
At the rate Im goin now, itll be too late
Take life taste it, get on and smell it
You know what Charlie is? Well its 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
Im bendin corners in my Cadillac Escalade
Its summertime and Im scorchin, fuck a bulletproof
Im hella keyed and Im perkin off that num-num juice
Im 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 dont 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
Its ob-vious Im 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, thats yo life
Ooohhhhh Earl, thats yo life
Earl, thats yo life
Ooohhhhh Earl, thats yo liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife
[E-40]
Straight up out the game
The realest nigga you done talked to all day
Its a +Drought Season+, +Out Smart the Po-Pos+
Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with C-Bo
From livin nappy, erybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoesll dress tacky, just so I can bank they dome
Bank em make them think Im broke,
use the dope game as a steppin stone
(??) (??) next steal walkie talkies
Im the one that really-natin them faulty chips
I got the gift of gab, Im off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, yall can HAVE THAT
One-time want to see me fold
Its ob-vious Im humungous
[$hort] Thats right
Acres cars and businesses
[$hort] You cant stop the tycoon
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
[$hort] You cant 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+, +Its 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+? Fire up some broccoli
Im +Fed Ex+n, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight
From sardines and spam to teriyaki steak
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
Its ob-vious Im 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] 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 man
I 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] Bitches love us
[40] They love us.. what they do?
[TS] They love us
[40] Thats right pimpin
[ Earl Thats Yo Life Lyrics ]