Earl That's Yo' Life (Too $hort, Otis & Shug) - E-40

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 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, f**k 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!

{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

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, f**k 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

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!

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 right 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