Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out for That Life, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clockwork, Full Mettle
Song language: English
Out for That Life |
Yo, Moss, let’s go in |
Yeah, act like you know |
I’m out for that life |
Gimme a check |
You know the team making mad noise |
Real on the code, Richie bitches in the lab, boy |
Sick as shelter life, wanna run with the bad boys |
Helicopters snap shots, poppin' for the tabloids |
Up in the club, burner tucked in the ass, boy |
Vintage whip like Charlie Sheen’s dash boys |
Gettin' oral, from a bitch with a name that be immortal |
Get stripped of all morals |
From a nigga hardbody on that Queens shit |
Stay robbin' hard, now world on the team dick |
Exotic bitches, fat asses with the mean lips |
Palm trees, water caves and serene shit |
The arsenal up in the crib, take my ring clips |
Tape her too, your girl wanna be on the scene with |
Gas operator, rifle with 'em for the clean hit |
Lifetime hood nigga, now it’s time the scene quit |
(I'm out for that life) |
Did every hood nigga wanna live? |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
(I'm out for that life) |
Lavish dinners, I smoke with the winners |
Sippin' Crew, blunts is big, Uzi’s is new |
Fresh pair of British, yo I sit with the chemist |
Using iodine and morphine based in Guinness |
Sneaker game is famous, jewelry from Qatar to Bar |
Up in my G9, that’s wood Mercedes |
Living raw, clean cut, just me and a mean plug |
Sell a few tons to my sons, Moroccan rum |
Get burnt, light ounces, back in the mountains |
We can pray, train with the bears and give 'em Airs |
Try not go in there, press play, lines that Chef say |
Established from under the building, we’re the best today |
Disrupt the leaders, it’s on, yo, I’m squeezing |
That’s that, this is simple, plus a Biblical fact |
To slay matyrs, yo we partners |
In the culture, no vultures |
Street legend, a legend |
(I'm out for that life) |
Did every hood nigga wanna live? |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
Yo, you can take a nigga out the hood |
But not the hood out a nigga |
Be in Hollywood OD’ing like River |
Me and all my niggas in and out of dope cars |
But bread can’t hang from your favorite show stars |
Cage these stingrays, shades for the sun rays |
Chick with a head scarf, Marilyn Monroe shades |
Made by Chloe, that’s at least three-thousand |
On a bitch eyes, act like you know me! |
90 on the highway, you looking at him sideways |
Blinded by the Liberace diamond, a peon way |
Doing it the live way, black unlimited |
Pull up in some shit that make the city look primitive |
K-G-R carved in the gates on the premises |
Lime on the eyelids, taking off the blemishes |
20 to the tailor for the suits with suspenders |
Hood nigga tryna bag a bitch for the winter |
(I'm out for that life) |
Did every hood nigga wanna live? |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
200 on the whip, half a mil on the crib |
(I'm out for that life) |
I’m out for that life |