(All star baby)
Young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin` me (All day, everyday)
Livin` the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)
Sure as the world is turnin` round and round (Shit is real yo)
There`s these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin` to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I don`t know why I mention
And if I don`t pay no attention I`m cool (Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town [Inhale and coughs]
Those who trippin` slippin` listen, we ain`t stoppin` now (Can`t stop)
We won`t even pause, y`all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin` the good life, good life, good life
(Livin` the good life baby)
Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin` me (Still, still, still)
Livin` the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin` the life) (chorus)
It ain`t nothin` but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it, I`ma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y`all niggas is late
See it`s big face, big livin`
Big dogs and big pimpin`
Game played with nothin` but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin` cause they on the outside
Wishin` they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin` all black tinted
With the niggas who`ll bring it to ya brain
If it`s fuckin` with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now it`s high tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin` the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I`m stormin` with lead showers
And I`m murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
I`m goin` for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin`
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin` wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin` respect
Braveheartin` to the grave darlin` wavin` my sterling
From out the black Bentley it`s off, spray till y`all fallin`
East to West Coast ballin`
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin` us up, y`all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up
[Chorus]
