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The 7A3
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That's How We're Livin'
作詞:Bouldin Brett Anthony, Nicolo Joseph Mario
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 gigoloin'
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'
Always on the move since the age of the child To keep my blood pumpin' I live the wild style Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust Everyday 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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' For all the niggas chill in the east You know what I'm sayin'? Brooklyn in effect
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 bum rushed See, I live on the street, never carry a nine Hit your heart and leave you staggerin' like moonshine
Get ill as shit, shootin' cello 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 gang bang 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'
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