Lyrics:
down from no nigga
This the Life that I live it's the Life that I live yehh
I always been a Fucking Go Getta
Ha yeah this the life I live nigga
I'm cut
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
to smash parts
Of them lads harsh! when I'm mad watching them
That nothing will stop me from ass squashing them
Not even if they had the cash
And bought
back to Houston
Man I'm smoking so much, I'm just gassed up with pollution
Baby got the bass fucking boosting when I'm cruising like
I'm focused
And sent her out to go pick up some work from Oakland
Uh, yeah I'm doing 180 down Elvis Presley Blvdd
Got a trap house 'round the corner from Elvis Presley
she getting the front rent outta me
Open the door, Richard
Then she come asking me when is I'm going to work
And I ain't thinking 'bout no work, I
down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up,
Ms.Barbara I'm knowing times then changed
But you gone sit up in my face and tell me shit ain't change
I think about love get in my head and say that shit be
it's only one stop
We live fast die from gun shots
And in this lifestyle we sling dope
Bust Glocks why you think we say fuck cops
Cause when they lock us
a rapist, she said she can't take dick
And I'm not gone make her, she was from Jamaica
Turn my woes into wisdom, the pain came useful
Still keep
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
new bedsheets and shit
It's a good thing that
I'm that certain mothafucka!
When I got back from the yard
I just stayed on the phone
As much as possible
so Rodney King whaddant new bitch
Devil, watch the Psych get nifty
Make no mistake it was a reflection of the sixties
That when niggas got beat down
families tennis courts and they have a yacht, what?
No wonder my brasse kicked down doors
Just look at the place they were born, yoh!
I’m from the city
and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you
step up to the plate
I'm a I'm a hold it down I'm steady repping the H
Turn up your surround let it bang all in ya ear
Yeah they Love H town that's why
goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin'
get it how I live
Twenty three shots to ya head
Twenty three shots to the dome
Shots shots ah
Twenty three shots get you gone
Shots shots ah
Twenty
the country
Nobody to hunt me tellin' me
TURN IT DOWN!
I'm gonna live it really black and proud
Up in the yard naked and well endowed
Until the cops run up
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
make me yo 9 to 5 please
And never take an off day from me
When it's payday he get that
When it's my time he spend that
Ain't no other place he'd
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
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