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(feat. Bad Azz, Daz) [verse one: Daz] I come outta the dungeon, straight blastin' Flashin' the cash and on niggas who be askin' Taggin' up the wall, ballin' down a hall from the Pound, straight Dogg No flaws, no jaws, I'll break yo jaw, represent the paw What you seein' is what you never, ever, ever saw What it means? Daz Dilly, Mr. Dillinger killin' ya, spittin' out ya guts Make y'all niggas straight grab ya nuts Tell me, holla at me, you real gangsta in khakis and Chucks Ever since then, I was known not to give a fuck You know when it's hard to touch You getcha weapons witcha, get back, you will get clucked I ain't.. pullin' no triggas, ya soul make ya heart and soul Mind delivery, ya flakin' and perpetratin' and rock it up to flagrant All ya niggas get down, I'll straight take ya Livio and Mr. Bad Azz, Daz is a straight rider All y'all niggas, get inside ya [chorus: Daz & Livio] It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid Hoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid Hoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid SongtexteHoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends It's just the street life, street life, street life Play fights, fist fights, street life, c'mon [verse two] [Livio] I'm changin' the whole game, I'm doin' my own thang Addictive as cocaine and flamin' wit propane Got to bang Pak Pros, use my muscle and mind I got to get that dough, got to hustle and grind, shine! [Bad Azz] Once in the life of.. Mr. Bad We ain't trippin' bout nothin', nigga, getcha cash C'mon, here we go, let's go, Livio Bad Azz smash, gotta getcha cash Roll up big chronic blunts wit hash And we gone be up all on 'em, get in they ass Tell 'em we ain't trippin', girl, I don't love ya I'm a jump under the cover, put.. a couple rubbers On my dick, slick, yeah, you need to pick Up, mo' dough next time you roll Y'all niggas is whack, we ain't comin' back To the spot no mo', kick dust, and we go Yes, yes, y'all, old school like Schoolie D Ain't none of y'all whack niggas foolin' me [Livio] You ain't that hot, I'll throw you behind me like a backdrop What! Serve you like a fat rock off the crack spot I'm Livio, I bring the truth up outta you like Mattlock Play wit my cash, my niggas flash like a snapshot [Bad Azz] We the D-P-G on the end Gangsta y'all, nigga, we'll 'C' at the end And y'all niggas ain't trippin' bout nothin' Cause if y'all is.. we gone get to bustin' Rrrr, skirt out, get away from haters and Get money, live life like players Look, Mr. B-A-D got the smash Nigga, we ain't trippin', I gotcha ass I'm L-L-G, till I go We ain't givin' a fuck, nigga, will I blow? You know [chorus] [verse three: Livio] On your mark, get set, go! Hold on tight, don't let go I bring like to Pak Pros, I grab mics and explode When I get in direct mode and I'm sippin' the X-O Representin' the West Coast and ya gettin' ya chest blown Ya moves are miniature, I'm Livio, my styles are sinister I don't bite, I'll hit ya if our sounds are similiar I'm fast as twelve cylinders, R.A.W. like Daz Dillinger Niggas wanna be me, they even forge my damn signature When I spit at ya, that's the end of the game My vocals travel through ya ears and get into ya brain So if you thinkin' bout testin' us, I'm tellin' ya, think again It'll get ten times worse if I decide to drink again You can sink or swim, ya too tall or too small I represent Westside and move more shit than U-Haul I'm known to tease dickheads and leave 'em wit blue balls Pick quick, you a bitch wit a dick like Ru Paul Come and spit it in ya ear, you can ask Ras Kass My business is personal like that nigga, Bad Azz So just.. watch ya watch and know when it's time to go I kick this shit for my niggas, I never rhyme for hoes So what it be like, nigga, I'm still dodgin' these three strikes I check niggas like G-Nikes and I live that street life, uh! [chorus: x2] Aus Songtexte Mania