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    Rap Life

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things
    You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh
    Rap niggaz, we dippin' individuals
    Some of us be frontin', some of us is really criminals
    Swimmin' in the women and money we never had, it's sad
    Rap could turn a good nigga bad
    But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle
    I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro
    What's up though, I'm still the same nigga, a super freak
    I blow a G a week, catch me burnin' rubber up the street
    Rap niggaz, always smokin' indo
    So every time we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window
    But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless
    My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists
    Rap money, we get that shit and blow it
    We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it
    Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK
    Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A.
    Let me get that
    Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds
    Be like all them niggaz on it
    Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes
    Meet you on the left side of the boat
    Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go
    We like everywhere, party where the fans go
    It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype
    Got ya station in a smash right
    My Likwit niggaz made a killin', we dropped three albums
    And got the whole world dancin' on the ceilin'
    So I'm feelin' like the villain that cracked that safe's combo
    My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot 'em through my condo
    He shot 'em through, they peeped my CD through
    They startin' askin' questions, but fuck the interview
    What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Christ'"
    I said you like rap? Well, wrap ya mouth around this
    Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin'
    We on the motorcycles doin' ninety down my hall and
    With the gold chain swingin', fallin' to the street
    This rap life got us buyin' shit we don't need
    We don't need the jet skis but let's buy 'em, just to try 'em
    We splashin' out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein' us now
    And we don't fuck around with no wife
    'Cuz all my niggaz is livin' the rap life
    Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds
    Be like all them niggaz on it
    Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes
    Meet you on the left side of the boat
    Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go
    We like everywhere, party where the fans go
    It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype
    Got ya station in a smash right
    First of all before we move on
    Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon
    Mergin' in the suburbs, gettin' raw with greenery herb
    Real ill niggaz smack birds
    Fat words showin' proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill
    Smack a blackbird, jettin' in an Ac-hurse
    Big Jim stay grinnin' in a six, spinnin' it kid
    Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him
    Stand posin', blowin' shit, coast from east and west
    We rockin' our vest, cannon might roast you
    High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rock wilder
    Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar
    Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow
    Shinin' like a lamp post, my camp post
    Cream leather green leaves forever
    Goin' to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together
    What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz
    High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags
    Real niggas gon' ride, fake niggaz gon' slidide
    Check the next issue fagot in the vidibe
    Rap drama, the drama never calms
    I be on the celly phone trippin' off my baby moms
    Tryna make her understand, I get paid to rhyme
    I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine
    'Cuz there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me
    Show money, that's like pimpin' 'cuz we get it tax free
    Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC
    Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D.
    Rap women, they always be around us
    'Cuz we from out of town and they be lovin' out of towners
    Wash up in motherfuckas like a TV evangelist
    'Cuz they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles
    Rap money
    Yo, what up?
    What's up nigga?
    What's goin' on?
    Hey, what's up Rae? Let's go half on a football team nigga, hehe
    Yo, I was thinkin' about buyin' two basketball teams
    What's up? What we gonna do?
    Hey, hehe
    Matter fact, we can do that, let's do that
    Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds
    Be like all them niggaz on it
    Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes
    Meet you on the left side of the boat
    Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go
    We like everywhere, party where the fans go
    It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype
    Got ya station in a smash right
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