| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| OOOUH!, I’m lookin' at it from the inside lookin' out, not the outside lookin'
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| in
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| Sittin' here writing with my pen, wondering who really my friend
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| If I die today, will they try to get at my broad, my bitch?
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| On some old double back and I always had eyes for her type of shit?
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| Ain’t no tellin', that’s what Willie told Nelson
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| Don’t nothin' surprise me or amaze me these days, it’s crazy
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| I survived and made it through the sickest and toughest times: the '80s
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| The crack epidemic, hubba heads and droamers
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| Smoking coke outta TV antennas and blood donors
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| When it was organized game, not organized lame
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| When niggas had some real reasons to put some change on yo' brain
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| When we practically lived on I-5 on our way to La La Land
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| To re-cop and re-up during the drought season
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| This beat tremble (Tremble), throbbing the trunk (Throbbing the trunk)
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| I’m sitting in the car rollin' a beela blunt (Rollin' a beela blunt)
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| Right hand on my thump in case they think I’m a cunt
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| California didn’t raise no punk, BIATCH!
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| Let me touch down on some real subjects, mayne
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| You know a lot of people goin' through this, man
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| Touch down, man
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| We tryna get off mortgage loans, y’all tell us to stop makin' payments
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| Black people been hoodwinked and bamboozled, denied of modifications
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| Get set up for foreclosure then y’all take it over
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| Now we sleepin' in our cars, mayne, that ain’t kosher
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| They say we gotta do better, so I’ma take it there
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| Can’t afford health care but can afford hair
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| And a new pair of Jordans, probably got two pair
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| Designer rims, tires, and a spare
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| We got our priorities fucked up but that’s life
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| You in the books, I’m on the ave shooting dice
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| Wanna move my kids up out the hood and spoil 'em rotten
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| But in the suburbs they got drugs like Oxycotin
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| I got one foot on my pulpit, the other one on the block
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| One hand on the Bible, the other one on my Glock
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| I’m wondering how much time that God got left on my clock
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| Before I’m chillin' up in thug mansion with my potna 2Pac
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| UGH!
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through
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| This is the life
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| All of the things we both go through |