Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Fo Life, artist - Suga Free. Album song Street Gospel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Fly Fo Life |
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die. |
Don’t cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime. |
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? |
Up up and away, sunshine, blue skies, fly |
and I see orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds |
Feelin nutritious! |
Makin love to my, beotches, beat it You ain’t gonna make no puss I done sewed her up Get my money type pimp player ?? |
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are we? |
(No) Cool |
Now I reside in Pomona |
I got some bitches on the corner |
My baby momma with em too |
Cause I’m a motherfuckin fool (Whassup Suga Free?) |
The price of pussy baby |
The price of pussy babyyyyyyyy! |
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buddies hangin with you while I’m shakin em and everything they say has got to do with you not takin em Just hear me when you work out are you ?? |
with your friends |
cause life is gettin short and see I’m all about my yen |
The Westside of Pomona is the city where it’s happenin |
City of sin, and I miss them days back on Jackland (?) |
Still it was the state of mind don’t think that we be playin |
no cuerte, you know what I’m sayin |
The method of detectin niggaz all up in yo’game |
can never be done, if you continue to remain |
a victim in life, for the fact that love don’t love nobody |
I shoulda been this numb back in the days of O.G. |
Chotty (?) |
Sayin. |
Oooh, you can run away from a playa but you can’t hide |
No you can’t hide from yo’self |
because everywhere you go, there you are |
Oooh, you can run but there’s no places left to hide |
And kiss my pimpin ASS |
Cause some of y’all niggaz be KILLIN me! |
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die. |
(fly for life) |
Don’t cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime. |
(not a got damn dime) |
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? |
(Yeah) |
Strange weeds in the garden, bird pickin up seed killed game |
Here come a passion mark, jealous playa hat’n lame |
And he’s slippin like a bad transmission too |
Givin bitches his money, now do that sound like you? |
They say money don’t ?? |
and it’s hard to make |
I think about it everytime I bump a bitch to break |
You couldn’t pay me no money to respect a bitch |
Fall in love, get married, and watch her take half my shit |
But you a gangsta — yeah you hard as fuck! |
A straight killa to your homies but that pussy got you stuck |
I got game — somethin you stuck on I want some money but you wanna get your fuck on, trick |
Shoot a nigga cause he from the other side of the street |
but scared to let yo’bitch go out, cause yo’game is weak |
Now how your money want my honey? |
So how your money want my hoe? |
Cause youse a gangsta, liquor, sucker, fucker |
Teaser, pleaser, slap her, tap her |
in the back of her, the bed, the flow that’s yo’hoe |
On the couch, in her mouth, check it out, her gut |
her butt, so rough, so tough, mmmmm |
Bust a nut get up and pimp or shut the fuck up Now what you gon’be nigga, |
part of the problem or part of the solution? |
A paper institution, see the institution upon seducin |
Y’all know that nigga that be turf talkin that old ying-yang |
Killin me with that buh-bullshit, don’t be wantin a damn thang |
Now correct me if I’m wrong; |
I love my money |
myself my weed but anything else can get the fuck on! |
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die. |
(fly for life) |
Don’t cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime. |
(not a got damn dime) |
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? |
(Yeah) |
I heard a bitch say if you hit a bitch then youse a bitch yourself |
I said, |
Then call me Dwana bitch and I’ll beat that bitch to death playa |
I see you got that nigga pussy-whipped, with that pussy grip |
on that pussy trip, starin at your pussy lip |
You say you got too much pride to hoe |
Bitch if push come to shove, you’d be ready to go Uh-oh, here come push and now go shove in the front and back |
Tre’can-dy paint great with goldies on brand new dubs |
Ready to kidnap that brain with that game |
that I got from Tony Lang (?), Ernest Lang (?) and Jermaine |
Black tone’s my backbone when ass gone my jawbone will be gone |
My knee-bone will be to my ankle bone |
Ay Tony Lang (?) you better tell em Get ready to tell this nigga a joke or somethin |
man cause I’ma overwhelm him |
Them jealous niggaz don’t believe us so I’ma wreck the microphone and (?) between the Devil and Jesus |
And I, tip-toe, to Top Hat Liquor sto' |
to buy some drank and zig-zags for this dank — see |
the very same winos, beggin for change |
Gettin drunk, tellin lies, just the same ol’thang |
Now I’m rollin down ?? |
in the lane, by the curb |
Pushin Fosgate Alpine woofers with reverb |
My homey Lil’Man, Loco Y, Crazy D Lil’Shamu from Sin-town, Doo G Greg (?) and O.G. |
Down Down |
As I take you face to face to a place |
that takes the place of all place to place, I rest my case |
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die. |
(fly for life) |
Don’t cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime. |
(not a got damn dime) |
Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? |
(Yeah) |
Fly for life, fly for life, fly for life! |
(Fly for life) |
Ahhh. |