(All star baby)
Young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin me (All day, everyday)
Livin the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)
Sure as the world is turnin round and round (Shit is real yo)
Theres these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I dont know why I mention
And if I dont pay no attention Im cool (Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town
Those who trippin slippin listen, we aint stoppin now (Cant stop)
We wont even pause, yall can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin the good life, good life, good life
(Livin the good life baby)
Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin me (Still, still, still)
Livin the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin the life)
It aint nothin but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it, Ima do it cause the streets put me to it
See yall niggas is late
See its big face, big livin
Big dogs and big pimpin
Game played with nothin but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin cause they on the outside
Wishin they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin all black tinted
With the niggas wholl bring it to ya brain
If its fuckin with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now its high tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, Im stormin with lead showers
And Im murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
Im goin for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin respect
Braveheartin to the grave darlin wavin my sterling
From out the black Bentley its off, spray till yall fallin
East to West Coast ballin
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin us up, yall wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up
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