E-40 - Earl lyrics
rate meEx D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say EARL!
I'm from Vallejo, CA
Land of the homer
Sides lost lives
Ballatics and Dromo
Over supersize, thump young in a hornya
Watch out for that boy in the hoodie mane
He a monster
Light a sucker up
Fried buster like Chimichanga
Some come scoop his ass, call a coroner
I guess that's the way we bread
Chemical babies mislead
It's spooky out here in the Yay
These goblins will get on your head
These thundacat's management ain't scared to be deceased
They always cover up my ears when I'm yelling and hollering out PEACE!
They going thru it
They cranky
Stressed out & tense
They starving
They hungry
They eating soup with chopsticks
Plus it's a shortage on yurple
And it's a drought on them bricks
So he'll go decide to do a kick door
And pull a few licks
Some of them parents on drugs
Some of them never been loved
Some of them want to be thugs
Some of them just need a hug
(Uuuuuggghhhhh!)
I'm a be around for a minute
So get used to it
I was through with it
Before these marshmallows knew want to do with it
Pushing them zones
Serving that drome
Balling like I play hoop with it
Never at home
Always be gone
Doing a shar on the verse split
Let it be known
I tote my chrome
Refuse to get caught loose with it
Looking down at my shoe with it
I'm a real baboon with it
40 over there slipping
He snoozing
He ain't wake
He looking like a plate
He chipped up and draped
You fuck niggas got me fucked up
Nigga I'm a shooter
Think about the consequences
Nigga I got gouda
And niggas with gouda will send a nigga
Fuck a case
Cause niggas with gouda will have your whole family erased
But that ain't something I endorse
I only wore it by force
I'm trying to teach the youth to be loyal and play sports
Instead of in & out of court
And back and forth to prison
Utilize they skills
And stay up out the system
I'm from Vallejo, CA
The land of the homer
Sides lost lives
Ballatics and Dromo
