Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Life Grand, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Date of issue: 03.04.2006
Song language: English
Ain't Life Grand |
| Ain’t life grand |
| You’re workin to the bone |
| You’re givin it, then it’s gone |
| You keep on or you don’t |
| Ain’t life grand |
| You’re workin to the bone |
| You’re givin it, then it’s gone |
| You keep on or you don’t |
| Ain’t life grand |
| Yeah |
| This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit |
| A hit’s a hit though, but took I ain’t forget this shit |
| But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit |
| But y’all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit |
| I hit a lick with it, but now I’m feelin brand new |
| It’s time to reinvent again and win again |
| So can you, put on that loop |
| Split the blunt and food |
| And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group |
| We outlast and outclass these vagabonds |
| Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton |
| See my medicine, as an adolescent one was |
| Black eyes and Babylon, shit that’s what I’m proud I’m from |
| And What I have become is a major fact that one |
| They don’t mention much, but trust they know that cracker’s on |
| Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don’t let me intrude |
| Smoke the blunt and eat your food |
| You sit and wonder 'bout it |
| You hope and wish you got it |
| You try your best to hide it |
| You’ll have to keep from cryin |
| (Ain't life grand) |
| One day your on a high then |
| Next day you wished you died |
| Folks hate it when you’re ballin |
| They’d rather see you gone |
| This is me man |
| I just bust, I don’t adjust much |
| To bust what this month left, I’m huff puff |
| On the hush hush, they’ll never touch us |
| Dis-a-gust the national, that’s putt putt |
| I’m in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet |
| Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up |
| One OC 8, oh makes me a whole |
| entirely different type of a-hole |
| Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow |
| Motherfuckin load the devil thing like it swoll |
| Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets |
| Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday |
| Bubba K’ll never sway, born and bred in GA |
| I love Troy but it never was no play |
| It’s like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it |
| They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn’t (find ya, ho) |
| In conclusion |
| Listen to me when I’m talkin to you young fella |
| It’s fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella |
| I’ll probably never be a number one seller |
| Might of been beige, but I never was yella |
| And when I saw yella, I don’t mean yella |
| As in light skin, I just mean the type when |
| The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then |
| Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin |
| Oh yeah, I will go there |
| Cause I’m from nowhere and I really don’t care |
| If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear |
| My hand across the face, when I put it on there |
| I’m a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate |
| I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it |
| This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues |
| You never did like me, but you had to pretend to |
| Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew |
| Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew |
| Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed |
| This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch) |
| Ain’t life grand … |
| Ain’t life grand … |
| Ain’t life grand |