Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life of a Sinner, artist - Sinister.
Date of issue: 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 |