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[Verse 1]<br />Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle<br />Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray<br />Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue<br />Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you<br />Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew<br />Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug<br />A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam<br />Tossin' candy to the dope fiends<br />Million dollar spot million dollar dreams<br />Four or five different colored techa-marines<br />Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones<br />Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun<br />Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up<br />Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'<br />Talking to the operator on my OnStar system<br /><br />[Chorus x2]<br />This is the lifestyle that I choose<br />We smoke tweed get ki'd all day and drink brews<br />Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper<br />Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath<br />Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag<br />Eyes red like a broad on a rag<br />My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive<br />When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine<br />Funkin' like its goin' out of style<br />Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics<br />Evonics and broken English from Venus<br />Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses<br />From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys<br />From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota<br />In the back for a hubble rock or crack<br /><br />[Chorus x2]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />See uh I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch<br />See what it is I want the po-pos to think that<br />I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks<br />I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs<br />If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes<br />But check for traps and clues nobodys playin' by the rules anymore<br />Not even the people that made 'em up<br />My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty<br />Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal<br />Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail<br />Speakin' about some people that I miss<br />Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith<br />Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie<br />Hillside representin' this to the fullest<br />And all my homies locked down pullin' bullets<br /><br />[Chorus x3]<br /><br />Uhhhhhhh!
Letra nueva de la canción
[Verse 1]<br />Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle<br />Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray<br />Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue<br />Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you<br />Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew<br />Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug<br />A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam<br />Tossin' candy to the dope fiends<br />Million dollar spot million dollar dreams<br />Four or five different colored techa-marines<br />Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones<br />Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun<br />Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up<br />Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'<br />Talking to the operator on my OnStar system<br /><br />[Chorus x2]<br />This is the lifestyle that I choose<br />We smoke tweed get ki'd all day and drink brews<br />Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper<br />Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath<br />Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag<br />Eyes red like a broad on a rag<br />My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive<br />When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine<br />Funkin' like its goin' out of style<br />Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics<br />Evonics and broken English from Venus<br />Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses<br />From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys<br />From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota<br />In the back for a hubble rock or crack<br /><br />[Chorus x2]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />See uh I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch<br />See what it is I want the po-pos to think that<br />I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks<br />I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs<br />If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes<br />But check for traps and clues nobodys playin' by the rules anymore<br />Not even the people that made 'em up<br />My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty<br />Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal<br />Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail<br />Speakin' about some people that I miss<br />Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith<br />Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie<br />Hillside representin' this to the fullest<br />And all my homies locked down pullin' bullets<br /><br />[Chorus x3]<br /><br />Uhhhhhhh!
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