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Young! For life |
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Once again it's the life, yessss |
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(I don't know why, I.. get so high on) |
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It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do |
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(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life) |
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[Verse One] |
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The allure of breakin the law |
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Is always too much for me to ever ignore |
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I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses |
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In love with a V-Dub engine |
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Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted |
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Bathing Ape kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists |
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My women friend get tennis bracelets |
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Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with |
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the sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded |
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Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it |
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I put my feet in the footprints left to me |
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Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy |
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Man my brother hustled so, naturally |
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Up next is me, but what perplexes me |
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Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play |
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the starrin role in "Hovito's Way" |
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[Chorus] |
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It's just life, I solemnly swear |
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To change my approach, stop shavin coke |
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Stay away from hoes, put down the toast |
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Cause I be doin the most.. oh no! |
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But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back |
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It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no! |
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[Verse Two] |
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I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka |
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'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real |
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Pillow-top him like a toupee |
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Mix the water, with the soda |
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Turn the pot up make a souflee |
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All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way |
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I'm livin proof that crime do pay |
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Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads |
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puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game |
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Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train |
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All in the name of love |
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Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came |
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over the house to take back, everything that they claimed |
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Or even the worst pain is the distress |
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Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain |
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And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust |
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Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain |
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But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name |
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To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain |
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To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes |
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We all hustlers, in love with the same thang |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three] |
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I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun |
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In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns |
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And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need |
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what the game did to my pulse, with no results |
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And you can treat your nose and still won't come close |
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The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts |
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And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss |
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And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off |
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By any means necessary, whatever the cost |
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Even if it means lives is lost.. |
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And I can't explain why, I just love to get high |
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Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice |
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I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times |
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I may not even be alive |
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How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure |
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Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse |
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Of course |
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[Chorus] |
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Once again it's the life |
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I said it's the life |
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Once again it's the life - oh no! |
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(I don't why I) why I (get so high on) |
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get so (get so high on) uh-huh |
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(get so high - high off the life!) |
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Hahahahahahaha - woo! |
