Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 7A3Название : That`s How We`re Livin`Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap rap Видео:
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Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium `89 Benzes, guess who`s steerin em? Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew They`re puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brew Doin 120 in the car lane Girl in every lap, cause that`s the name of the game Destination - come on, you know where we`re goin Don`t get the wrong idea, nobody`s gigolo`in We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell Couldn`t play it on the air, cause it`s kinky as hell When the boys come together, we do the wild thing Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting Screams of passion, voice is goin hoarse Right in that butt with crazy force In the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek Slam the door shut as I enter the streets That`s how I`m livin Yo, that`s how I`m livin [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ] Always on the move since the age of the child To keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyle Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must Ask me any questions and I take the fifth Not sayin where we been, or who we`re hangin with My posse`s lurkin in the heat of the night Look into the eyes and you never see fright Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre Ridin limos, and never drive a car Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies Wake up a 12 and hit the studio Later on tonight we`ll be filmin the video Pick up a check at the end of the day And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play That`s how I`m livin Yo Muggs Tell these muthafuckas how we`re livin ( *Grandmixer Muggs cutting* ) For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I`m sayin? Brooklyn in effect [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ] Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city Caviar dreams, champagne wishes Makin love to high class bitches Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are Makin millions, but on the faces no scars You`re rollin with a posse, they seem to make you bolder Talkin mess lookin over your shoulder Don`t worry `bout a thing, you won`t get snuffed We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed See, I live on the street, never carry a nine Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine Get ill as shit, shootin celo Got so much money, think I`m sellin by the kilo I ain`t with it, everybody sells drugs Left it in the past, we`re educated thugs Young (young) with an innocent look Look at the cover, but never judge a book Just 3, we don`t gangbang Flip your heads and make your bells ring So yo, Muggs, tell em what we`re givin Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I`m livin | Похожие исполнители:
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