Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life of a Sinner , by - Sinister. Release date: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life of a Sinner |
| Wakin up was the first task of the day |
| I don’t know why but I just feel this way |
| Because the life that I lead is tragerous |
| I think today I’ll go out and jack for a lexus or something |
| Maybe do a little bumpin |
| Or go out and kick it at a party that’s jumpin |
| Naw, fuck it I think I get a fat sack of that chronic |
| And kick it with the homie Fat Rat |
| Now I’m on a mission for a sack to pop |
| Hopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spot |
| Went to a house that looked like it was damn near |
| And bought a sack from the Jamaicans |
| Now I’m ready to get high and get some vapors |
| Stopped at the liquor store bought some papers |
| Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best |
| Any other kind of papers who’s made for smokin stress |
| Scooped up Bat Rat fired up a dub sack |
| Rolled up the window so I can get a contact |
| I had the Reager straight servin |
| And the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzin |
| I’m feelin pretty good it was some propper shit |
| Humped in a backer corner and bumped a propper bitch |
| And get happy when I roll up I got the bitches in my neighbourhood straight sewed up I bumped a bitch named Rochelle |
| She wanted to get me some pussy |
| cause she was in love with my pony tails |
| That’s not the only thing she’s seein me Bitches ain’t got no choice but to love a muthafuckin G We Hooked up ?? |
| then I said see you later |
| And it was time to go jack for me some paper |
| I got a victim in sight |
| I’ll take his life for a stripe and his money for my appetite |
| Livin the life of a sinner |
| I really don’t try to commit any sins |
| I just wanna have a good time with my friends |
| But sometimes it don’t work right |
| Cause some crazy shit happens almost every night |
| It might have to be a throw down or show down |
| And I’ma be on your ass just like a bloodhound |
| But then again it might be another dub raid |
| Or maybe a couple of niggas that got they ass sprayed |
| But whatever it is I’m up Be quick to pull a strap on your ass |
| For whatever kinda shit they kicks |
| 187's 211's |
| Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn |
| As a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the corner |
| He’s not from the hood so his money is a goner |
| I pull my strap and then I attack from the back |
| Gimme your money muthafucka you’re gettin jacked |
| Just like that went back to the bozack |
| Bumped ?? |
| tryna check up for their chronic sack |
| He’s not only my friend |
| He’s my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in We got the bozack and made a getaway |
| I’m gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn grey |
| And get the muggiez go home and eat dinner |
| Hit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner |
| Livin the life of a sinner |