E-40, Otis, Shug, Too $hort - Earl That's Yo' Life lyrics

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 collar
And couldn't be saved by Creflo Dollar
Cause, I'll probably never ever
See the pearly gates
At the pace I'm going now, it'll be too late
Can ya taste it? Go on and smell it
You know what that is?
(What is it?) 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 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)
Out the window, pinkie ring, princess cut
Five carat stone, ice around my neck
Lookin like some chrome, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One-trey twice double oh block
H-I double-L side-shot
All about my fetti y'all
One-time want to see me fall
It's obvious I'm humongous
Acres, cars and businesses
All about my fetti y'all
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH!

Earl, that's yo' life
Ohhhh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life ohhhh Earl
That's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife

Straight up out the Yay (out the Yay)
The realest nigga you done talked to all day
It's the Drought Season
Out Smart the Po-Po's
I'm cookin birdies in the kitchen, with C-Bo
From livin nappy, e'rybody know me!
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Used to dress tacky
Just so I can bank they dome
Slick 'em, make 'em think I'm broke
Use the dope game as a stepping stone
From corporate now it's NexTel walkie talkies
I'm the one that really named
Them faulty chips faulty
(faulty chips faulty) 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 y'all
One-time want to see me fall

It's obvious I'm humongous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti y'all
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Earl, that's yo' life
Ohhhh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life ohhhh Earl
That's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife

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+?
Fire up some broccoli
I'm +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
All about my fetti y'all
One-time want to see me fall
It's ob-vious I'm humungous
Acres, cars, and businesses
All about my fetti y'all
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH!

Earl, that's yo' life
Ohhhh Earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life ohhhh Earl
That's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife

I love when they get on that paper chase
Upon researching the dictionary of
Slang by Mr earl e-40 Fonzarelli Stevens
Tka, that's tycoon known as Charlie Hustle
I was intrigued by his linguistic exuberance
What I learned was there are
Certain rules and regulations
Wholesome product is a must
Never trust a hoe and never snitch