Lyrics:
Ghetto biatch
What does life mean to me?
Cars, clothes, and a lot of jewelry
What does life mean to me?
A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't want to make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work
need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look life's a bitch, but I'm on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga
You can tell by the swagger and the lips
Uh
Swervin', swervin', gettin' all them dimes
Tell her I be doin'
I be swaggin' to my prime
This ain't all
Sulking, i would rather laugh than cry
The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak
We share this place together
And we pitch into help it die
I'm not too
sixty bucks a week
And guaranteed top billing
Well you can live a life of love in New York
Only if you don't, if you don't love living
And I met this taxi
(THIS IS IT!!)
[Big Stan]
(My nigga!)
Now I've done seen life play jokes with death as a punchline
In a world with no hope, struggle to get mine
This is the way to get by
So much pain in my eyes better Days
We can make it a better day
It's to live or to die
It's so hard to survive better Days
We
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
industry
Until I'm stupid rich and now I'm stupid rich, ah
Even if she go away, even if she go away
Assumin' this is what they humor is
To Pimp
by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big cup of syrup
When I glide, I ride with a couple birds
In my life, I feel like I stand alone
squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In
a journal update
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash
makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real motherfuckers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when
night
I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life
So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take
more than you that we live like this
Hallway, stuck in the grass summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
Fifty hustle one muscle yow j sharp
All a mi fren dem fi rich
You know wah wi a pree dah year yah
House pon d hill with d wips
Which life this life
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
priceless, you like diamonds, I'll ice your wrist
He got chedda, I'm twice as rich
Make you bite your lips
Jenny, chu know that chu likin' this
I used
Funny how I often seem, to
Think I'll find another
Dream
In my life
Till I look around and see,
This great big world is
Part of me
And my life
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