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