Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alive Til' I Die, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
Alive Til' I Die |
Ima talk that shit, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Hands in the sky cause I’m just so high |
Drink beers, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Life’s to long give the kids a couple years |
Get 'em high, why? |
Cause there alive till they die |
They never gonna live if you never let 'em try |
Get 'em high, why? |
Cause you always tell 'em lies |
Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it till it’s dry |
Redundant |
Rhetorical |
Rhymes metaphorical |
Carbon and borium, science is adorable |
When humans are babies they really just trainees |
Figure out the hustle so they don’t seem lazy |
Crazy and desperate, lookin' upset |
Always let shit go till it turns to a mess |
It’s fucked up and painful |
The little things change you |
Chained to the common definition of an angel |
You never gonna make it, just accept it |
So you tryin' ta live a life where you don’t regret shit |
Movin' rocks to the top of a mountain, just to throw 'em back down |
And when you get knocked down, pull your ass back up, life’s tough |
But That aint no reason for cheatin', fake freedom, keepin' them heaters tucked |
In your tool belt, if you really wanna be rough |
Figure out how ta squash pride, even the punch can give you jail time |
That’s why, I studied up |
How ta live life between the lines |
Till Armageddon comes |
If it does, scratch that verse |
I will have guns, mad maxin motherfuckers till the spaceship comes |
Ima talk that shit, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Hands in the sky cause I’m just so high |
Drink beers, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Life’s to long give the kids a couple years |
Get 'em high, why? |
cause there alive till they die |
They never gonna live if you never let 'em try |
Get 'em high, why? |
Cause you always tell 'em lies |
Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it till it’s dry |
When the sun goes down and the girlies get dressed up |
I’m dressed down with my homies gettin' messed up |
Pregame, prefame, so we drink shit beer |
But I guarantee you gonna hear about us this year |
Six white boys tryin' ta make noise |
With enough street cred that could sleep with toys |
I’m not Mike D or Ad Rock |
But while I sing ta bed we can be a hip-hop but ecchhh |
Like my name is Frank White |
My ghetto ### have got you sayin' that’s tight |
Slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight |
And with a hand this big you’ll be sayin' goodnight |
Good light to the Dicks O’Reilly and Imus |
Hip-hop lives and you’ll never outshine us |
Flip-flop kids, with our hookah’s and grindas |
Backstreet peeps and the d-boys like us |
That’s a cool group |
And were a sweet team |
And if you really like us you should join the street team |
All you gotta do is send me an e-mail |
With a port-a-john picture of a naked female and your in |
Ima talk that shit, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Hands in the sky cause I’m just so high |
Drink beers, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Life’s to long give the kids a couple years |
Get 'em high, why? |
cause there alive till they die |
They never gonna live if you never let 'em try |
Get 'em high, why? |
Cause you always tell 'em lies |
Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it till it’s dry |
Hip-hop is good |
I’ll Tupac ya hood |
With thug life on my belly cause I signed with Suge |
Not really but my feeling is I probly could |
Cause I could serve Snoop at rappin' and at fatherhood |
No disrespect meant, no disservice done |
Just nervous lip service from a disgruntled dunce |
I walk through the valley in the shadow of life |
Realized I gotta spit cause I’m really to nice |
Hidin' talent from the masses |
Recluse of Marshal Mathers is a sin but I’m an Atheist so you can do the math |
Addition to the shit and calculus might be a bitch |
If you master binary then you gonna be rich |
Control the fuckin' robots master all the pop songs |
People in ya pocket prayin' that you last long |
Two thousand and eight |
They been hidin' they faith |
When the real deal shows up they’ll hate on the fake |
Hypnotized to long by the loud ass tamma |
The kick and the snare memorize like go 'Bama |
The cash speaks scare peeps like Osama |
Think without repub we don’t get hammered |
It’s all intertwined, and all on the line |
You can buy the used book and still read it just fine |
Politics is entertainment, the music is politics |
But it’s all bullshit so please don’t follow it, cmon! |
Ima talk that shit, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Hands in the sky cause I’m just so high |
Drink beers, why? |
Cause I’m alive till I die |
Life’s to long give the kids a couple years |
Get 'em high, why? |
cause there alive till they die |
They never gonna live if you never let 'em try |
Get 'em high, why? |
Cause you always tell 'em lies |
Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it till it’s dry |