Too $hort (too Short) - Earl That's Yo' Life lyrics

[Too $hort] Earl.. wha**up 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 pace I'm goin now, it'll be too late Can y'all taste it? go on and smell it You know what that is? Well it's s**er 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** 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 sh** Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! [Hook: 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 Yay (out the Yay) The realest n***a you done talked to all day It's a +Drought Season+, +Out Smart 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 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, f** the fame, y'all can HAVE THAT All about my fetti y'all One-time want to see me fall [$hort] That's right It's obvious I'm humongous Acres cars and businesses [$hort] You can't stop the tycoon All about my fetti y'all Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and sh** [$hort] You can't stop E-Feezy, BEYATCH [Hook] [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+? Fire up some broccoli I'm +Fed+ Ex'n, heavy duty n***a, 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 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 sh** Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! [Hook] [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] n***a 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 n***as 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] b**hes love us [40] They love us.. what they do? [TS] They love us [40] That's right pimpin