Lirik Lagu Dis Iz Da Life - St. Lunatics
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(talking)>Man, I've been thinkingWhat you've been thinking about man?>Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven millionMillions I told you>That shit's been crazyShit's been frucking crazy, I tell ya
(Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee)Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin thatPicking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spotBefore the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lotMaaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin thatPicking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spotBefore the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lotMaaaaaan, this is the life
(Murphy Lee)Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy pervertedAnd you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows atKeep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papersQuick to rip and rap roll that, my life saverPlaya hater hater, Lunatic rhyme makerI'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head makerCall me when you finna' break up, you can't take aI take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake upShort so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for meI sport the ten, ain't no puntin for meMurphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to beSo I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-TsI'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lotI be's that nigga like Vacant LotI'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spotI'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lotIt's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkinAin't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeantThey all linin up, all nines and upAnd I better make my choice, the nights windin enoughLong skirt, cornrows, she's fine enoughDressed in black, black suit and my brim be blackWith a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blowNigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots wellThat's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right inAnd I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pinI got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
(Chorus)
(Nelly)Check itIt ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'Slight limp son, you know, to SimpsonI keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get someCall me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numbI'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done)I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-oneBut if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bumBe like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy nameThe one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vainI'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chainThe high rise, overlookin ducks and thangsI can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangsOn Q, when she hopped on the tip my manShe must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ayAll my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I)"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same timeGotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right
(Chorus)
(talking)Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life>Man, I don't know, I've been thinkingI don't man, like, everywhere I fucking gothey all know that "down, down, baby" shit>Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changingEverybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that>Maybe, maybe...You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day oneYou know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happensOnce the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymoreEverybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him"You know what I'm sayin?(both) Maaaan, this is the life!
(Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee)Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin thatPicking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spotBefore the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lotMaaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin thatPicking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spotBefore the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lotMaaaaaan, this is the life
(Murphy Lee)Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy pervertedAnd you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows atKeep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papersQuick to rip and rap roll that, my life saverPlaya hater hater, Lunatic rhyme makerI'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head makerCall me when you finna' break up, you can't take aI take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake upShort so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for meI sport the ten, ain't no puntin for meMurphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to beSo I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-TsI'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lotI be's that nigga like Vacant LotI'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spotI'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lotIt's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkinAin't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeantThey all linin up, all nines and upAnd I better make my choice, the nights windin enoughLong skirt, cornrows, she's fine enoughDressed in black, black suit and my brim be blackWith a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blowNigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots wellThat's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right inAnd I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pinI got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
(Chorus)
(Nelly)Check itIt ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'Slight limp son, you know, to SimpsonI keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get someCall me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numbI'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done)I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-oneBut if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bumBe like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy nameThe one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vainI'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chainThe high rise, overlookin ducks and thangsI can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangsOn Q, when she hopped on the tip my manShe must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ayAll my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I)"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same timeGotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right
(Chorus)
(talking)Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life>Man, I don't know, I've been thinkingI don't man, like, everywhere I fucking gothey all know that "down, down, baby" shit>Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changingEverybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that>Maybe, maybe...You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day oneYou know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happensOnce the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymoreEverybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him"You know what I'm sayin?(both) Maaaan, this is the life!
