Lyrics:
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
like to live
I want it all or nothin'
Back in the days I was broke, no joke
Fucked up in town, no Gs, no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin
life is taken from him
Now this boy can live with the gods
cnd the heros that he's always dreamed of
How does a boy become a man
When his life is stolen
a clit
I Robb you and make you squirt
This is orgasm from a thief
some one will murder me I’m like yah ? Who? (Yahoo) I’m really hungry bring the G
artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles
I thought I told you have my mo ney (Whatcha wan'
from stupid, in fact, I'm smarter than Harvard students
Sparked a movement and put an end to this garbage music
Got me thinking like this can't be life
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
dancing like that boy David
Ya dig... Let's go
Hook: How could I ever live this life without you, Lord
How could I live this life without you
How could I
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
with you niggas
Ooh I feel like sliding on you niggas
And my studio session time a lil' quicker
You want it, and it come down to it, I'll kill ya
fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit
I'm stuck, I'm
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
The road I'm on is one way
Making money many ways
Rappin', actin', this everlasting
Whatever pays
Maybe when I'm old and gray
Be sitting by the dock
Fort Lauterdale, which is just a
stone's throw from this very sickly horribly smelling disgustingly debauched studio I'm sitting in, talking to
you from
Yeah yeah, yeah all that
The dumb way
Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid
Yeah
Told Larry Live take me back to the trap
I used
this club is always packed
We come to the front and go to the back
She say don't cover up your face it makes you look like you're from Iraq
And they
Speaking for myself, don't regret this shit
I really, really had it made
Now I gotta go and live up the name
I might be a lil damn different (damn)
But fuck
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
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