Lifestyle

LIFESTYLES
 (J.Gonzalez)
 (Jacken)
 W do it dirty, like our girls young and pretty
 If the ball it makes it more worthy
 If I make it to see past thirty
 I'll still be drinking and burning
 Fucking it up homie we ain't learning
 Living it daily, failing piss tests that my P.O. gave me
 Don't look for reasons dog there's no explaining
 It may osund crazy but iy'ss routine
 Daily with new team
 Sicksiders who bring the streets and how we do things
 No nine to five, stricktly hustle's how we survive
 Corner hot spot nickle and dimers keep you supplied
 We smoke LA just to get by keep a dry eye
 Fuck it why lie I toke up just to get high
 We right if the avenue's ours, if not
 Spark heaters lapped, dogs bark sick and lick shots
 End up in a box six feet but life don't stop
 We still do it 'til the wheels falls of or 'tll we drop
 I don't go by what no one is doing
 I make my own rules
 Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
 I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it
 (Jacken)
 We stay hungry, the streets love me
 Trust me
 They taughtme things no one could take from me
 There's nothing funny when it's business and money dummy
 Catch yourself running out of time
 I'm feeling one coming
 Always stunning wether it's in the deuce or foot loose
 Shoes always clean deusched up and walk with l lean
 Talk with a gleam my eyes seen and done everything
 We seem to do these broads right
 We got'em stalking the tean
 Hawking the cream but they only get it if they act right
 If last night wasn't tight you get no cash prize
 If it smells real funky like it's flashlight
 Throw her in the shower make her scrub the cat right
 We don't up iwth none of this drama
 I'm 'a tell you right now we're all about the goodtimes
 Don't push mine 'cause kush minds
 Are planning out these 'hood crimes
 A crook lies deep beneath these rarely understood minds
 I don't go by what no one is doing
 I make my own rules
 Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
 I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it
 (Jacken)
 We see bad times but who doesn't
 Good time lovin'
 We're ghetto folk but got class cousin
 Glass, dust and snort, smoke, dip or just guzzling
 Got us buzing everyday dog it ain't nothing
 Streets bubbling gossip stay floating can't trust it
 All my homeboys doing dirt just keep getting busted
 Bussed in the goose to country then dressed in the blues
 Yes we could choose but for what we're expected to lose
 Breaking the rules
 Some of us decked in the jewels
 I prefer to be D.L. perfecting my moves
 Around here it's kind of hard homie step in my shoes
 Trying to do it right without disrespecting these fools
 still
 This is my lifestyle I'll tell you right now
 Do what I do homie only 'cause it's my style
 Don't think it's nice now just 'cause I might smile
 This is my life and I'm a live it 'til it's lights out
 I don't go by what no one is doing
 I make my own rules
 Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
 I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it