Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Yo Life, artist - Luniz. Album song The Lost Tapes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Numworld Entertainment
Song language: English
Live Yo Life |
Pass it! |
(Ahhh) |
It’s yo life |
It’s yo life |
It’s yo life |
Ballin, hit the scene |
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)* |
Get yo grind on man |
(Get yo grind on) |
Get yo scrilla on |
(The scrilla, scratch, paper) |
Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
I won’t let it phase me |
This the game mayne |
An this is my domain |
Make a couple of bomb |
Shit this ain’t the same |
Now I’mma send this repetension |
I’m supposed to have G’s |
So, all eyes is on me |
I see this rap shit ain’t brought me nathin |
But a 50 couple of mo hoes |
And major playa hatin |
A nigga can’t win for losin |
I’m might be choosin the wrong thang to do |
But I’m hustlin the same thing as you |
Nigga I came to the Town already |
The Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya’ll bitch niggas hatin |
Fuck that |
Hit me if ya wanna |
Mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner |
Wanna see me? |
You know where I hang |
Where I used to slang caine |
An got my first case for a thang-thang |
About keepin shit real |
This it nigga |
Get yo mail on |
Stay away from all this bitch shit |
I don’t wanna kill nobody (nobody) |
But off the hook |
I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you) |
I got a question |
Serious as thee |
Why’s everybody always hatin on me? |
Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down) |
Get yo grind on man |
(I'm the pusha, pusha man.) |
Get yo scrilla on |
(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.) |
Get yo pimp on man |
(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.) |
Get yo scrilla on |
(I need my money right now bitch.) |
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* |
West coastin |
Pacific Ocean |
Niggas in Oakland |
Cut close to sellin dope an high |
Smokin until a nigga stop chokin |
Get broken off |
For tryin to spit a razor blade out |
Then whip the gage out |
An blow him rib cage out |
I got my fetti |
Hit up Casino’s like Joe Pesci |
The get away ridin a jet skit |
I’m double 0−7, Golden Eye |
Gold mouth, golden finga |
Ass out while I’m holdin Nina |
I remember when I used to sell dope |
Makin 20 off a Note |
Task smash an grab a nigga by the throat |
But I swallowed it |
An you can spit it out |
When they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out |
Now I’m on some mo' |
Rolex |
Moet |
X-O |
Mo sex than the next ho |
Tote Tech’s when we rollin (skee skirt) |
It’s the creamery |
Hit the scenery |
So cleanery |
On chrome eighteens rollin the greenery |
Verse 3 *(Numskull)* |
I hate you |
And you hate me |
To slang I-C-E |
But I see me |
Bubblin mo than thee |
To be or not to be |
(That's the question) |
Like Shakespeare |
You interrupt my struggle and I make fear |
Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* |
Stayed on the West Coast |
The best coast |
Still yo ass full of guest coast |
Bitches! |
Get yo neck choked |
Niggas! |
Get yo chest smoked |
Same thing for nay fiends |
These nay fiends |
Ho want bankin |
Thankin they bitch ass cuz it’s stankin |
Verse 5 *(Numskull)* |
I’m stankin like X-O |
Staggering my whole life through me |
I’m headed to the west like Fievel |
I know where I’m supposed to be like compass' |
No matter where the fuck you from |
Yo bitch is bumpin this |
Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)* |
Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K! |
Straight margerin |
Niggas be starvin in the drought |
Puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house |
Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola |
Stackola on the up an up |
I can’t be fuckin up |
Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga! |
(Biatch!) |
Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know |
(EASTSIDE!!) |
Steady grindin |
(The Vill in this mutha fucka!) |
Yeah that’s how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know |
(Biatch!) |
Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah. |
me?! |