Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Jacket, artist - DJ Quik. Album song The Midnight Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Life Jacket |
Woe is me |
I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy |
I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas |
All I need, someone to look out for me |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Ain’t it so sweet, how I emerge |
Making richy glitzy bourgeois people |
Come party with us, kick it and splurge |
So I’ma and keep me a life jacket on |
Take the bitter with the sweet |
And keep my hookers in the street |
And keep oh yeah |
I’m on my way up to glory with this one this time dammit |
Because I heard there’s more there |
This can only be done by us |
Now beg this pardon for me |
Turn it up one good time and get the money |
Oh my God, I’m Quik like |
Nah, the broads |
Bitch, the shit I told you not to do today applies for every day, ho |
Get it straight |
Shit, did you fuck me? |
You mean, you stayed home, bitch |
Because your dog had puppies? |
Yeah, after I get off ho, take that Long Beach out, then sunset |
Come back home and get my neck wet |
Woe is me |
I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy |
I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas |
All I need, someone to look out for me |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
I’m in a Chevy with the top dropped |
I parked both Benzes, but neither’s in the shop |
I’m on my third Rolex, but show me what’s next |
And I’ll bet I’ll do get it, do it, done it — dag gum it, I’m a mess |
And when I play this guitar, it’s goin' make my dick hard |
Something like the Scarecrow, Michael Jackson, fuck the Wizard |
I should have gone Gilliard, bipolar is Julliard |
Either extreme, I’ll kill you motherfuckers on the schoolyard |
Checks off, inbound — watch the Quiksta get down |
I hate a hacker — hacky players need to go back, sit down |
'Cause if you ain’t with the now, that makes you way back when |
And you can keep all of that retro-dated action |
Now get up on my time zone, quit workin' with limestones |
Switch that shit for marble and granite |
Produced Whitney and Janet |
Oh. |
you can’t — nobody else on this planet |
It’s just me, I’m a plant |
And I’m so dope, you can’t handle it |
I’m rhymin', you ramblin' |
I rhyme and you ramblin' |
Woe is me |
I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy |
I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas |
All I need, someone to look out for me |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Toss me…(A life jacket) |
Yeah, tryna burn somethin' |
Buy a lot of books these days, tryna learn somethin' |
Cars that ain’t got no miles, tou know my style |
See me and be like 'wow', she so aroused |
Had to let the windows down, you know the crown |
The all black White Sox hat, it’s goin' down |
Take a nigga shoppin' or somethin', don’t be frontin' |
Told everybody we datin', no we wasn’t |
We was just havin' some fun, then you tripped |
Talkin' that relationship shit, then I dipped |
Went to the studio, quick, Got with Quik |
Told him 'let me get a 16', made a hit |
The O.P.M. |
money, legit, I keep countin' |
Last week I made ten records off three ounces |
I’ma need a house with a view and like three fountains |
Just a little something for my niggas to keep bouncin' |
Uh, 'cause we don’t dance much |
I still sag and pull my pants up |
Aye, y’all should start doin' stand up |
You sold records, pull them scans up |
Aye, said my niggas pull them vans up |
Aye, now you niggas understand us |
Yeah, DJ Quik hooked the jam up |
Sound like he hooked the band up |
Suga Free, I’m a fan, bruh |
Aye, damn, this finna fuck the land up |
Uh — 'cause it’ll never stop |
Your style is like lemonade, it’ll never pop |
Every time you on TV, I don’t never watch |
I’m the one who created the game, I can never flop |
Rest in Peace to Etta James, she’s in a better spot |
This summer I’m making fur and wearing leather hot |
Yeah, DJ Quik, you’re the greatest |