Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - Yukmouth. Date of issue: 11.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Life |
| Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house |
| Steady movin' packs out |
| I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house) |
| Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house |
| If your life (if your life) |
| Is like mine (is like mine) |
| You will grind (you will grind) |
| You will shine (you will shine) |
| I get mine (I get mine) |
| Day and night (day and night) |
| Do it feel (do it feel), oversized (oversized) |
| Livin' the life, uh, uh |
| The life, uh, uh |
| Livin' the life, uh, uh |
| The life, uh, uh |
| Yeah, we used to be like, damn we need more sluts |
| Now we feelin' ourselves like, they can’t afford us |
| I never toured much, now I got a tour bus |
| Wife beater rock star rockin' with ya boy Yuk |
| Uck! |
| Look like the bay in the building |
| Banana clips whole bunch of Ks in the building |
| Nigga don’t worry about gettin' grazed in the building |
| Bodies drop, souls gettin' raised in the building |
| Ooops, did I go off subject? |
| I ain’t mean to, sometime my brain just does that |
| Honestly I feel it’s the result of gettin' money |
| Ever since I got my money, feel like everybody want me |
| But how could I ever forget that everybody loves me |
| Got the whole west coast ready to ride for me |
| So nigga, you get mad and Imma get paid |
| You see, I make bitches, and you just bitch made |
| Okay! |
| It’s Yuk! |
| I get paper, while you player haters stay broke |
| White S-550 you could go to space, walk |
| All black Barre Ta, leave you wetter than a rain coat |
| Comin' for that cheddar like that wells-fargo stage coach |
| Bank role, bank role, killers on that pay role |
| Lost in that hate smoke, boss in the Range Rove |
| Box full of legos, pot full of prego |
| Yayo like rave 4, ballin' out like mayo |
| Every single weekend, catch me on the road |
| New city, new shows, new money, new hoes |
| New row, bottles poppin' outside new rows |
| Ride, drive, head, Phantom suicide two doors |
| Condo and no ho the team get more dough |
| And on the D-low I don’t give a fuck about no ho |
| Packs of that dough dough |
| Bricks for the low low |
| Trunks full of ice cubes, playin' with a yo yo |
| Yeah! |
| I remember just sittin' in that strap house |
| Should I say the crack house |
| Steady movin' packs out |
| At the table with the Ks and the macs out |
| Work on the table, got that fire, you can ask 'round |
| Yeah, but now a nigga rappin' now |
| Hit the road for 40 days then I’m back in town |
| Do it big like Godzilla, if God willing |
| I get billions, come back and buy buildings |
| Yeah, on the grind for me and my children |
| We gotta eat cause being broke’s a cold feeling |
| Two stories, money stacked to both ceilings |
| Skydiving, rock climbing, and boat trailing |
| Tryin' to take from me, I gotta smoke melons |
| Bust the head of witness, boy, there’s no tellin' |
| Yeah, the way that I’m shinin' got my foes jealous |
| Yeah, my money retarded, nigga, I’m so special |
| Livin' the life, uh, uh |
| The life, uh, uh |
| Livin' the life, uh, uh |
| The life, uh, uh |