(Chorus - David Wade) Nevermind what I do, stick to you Let me live, its my life (Its my life, its my life) Its what I go through everyday (Im just an average man tryna do the best I can) Nevermind what I do, stick to you Let me live, its my life (Its my life, its my life) Its what I go through everyday Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know? I rap about whats real and what I go through on the daily Its crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80s Ive seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it I cant stop and I wont stop until Im finished In the 90s you could find me on Hernandez with the homeboys Lookin out for the chota, livin la vida loca Coete in my pockets, someone always had some fusca You know how it is, you rollin through you keep trucha Bullets flyin I aint lyin, I got hit by one Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun Were never doin what we oughta be Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee Got shot by a cop in a robbery And honestly, that part of our lifestyle is unsuitable Dont act like you dont know how it feels to go to a funeral (Silencio) Thats how were livin though And then we wonder why they look at us like were some fuckin criminals You know Chorus I never left the pad without shavin my head Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head Never been to Juvie hall, never been to the pen But to my homeboys, Im someone you could depend on I used to use Crylon to write on fences and walls Big block, Old English letters standin 10 feet tall United we stand, divided we fall Tighter than some 1218s two sizes small Smile now cry later, fuck it, why cry at all? And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all We didnt do shit, they cant prove shit and even if they could You never pulled rat or youre not welcomed back to the hood Youre known as no good, thats how it was, thats how it is Fuck your predicament get your ass killed for that shit You dont believe me? I dont care if you do, or if you dont Im just sayin what the fuck Ive been through And its no joke Chorus I get the smallest wires, wrap em with the smallest tires Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires I get higher to inspire rhymes Say some shit to inquire minds and make sure they admire mine Make em wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine Im a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time Its all the same, aint nothing changed, its still this style of mine Neighborhood music, talkin about how we do shit, we cruise it We sometimes lose it and act foolish but who doesnt? Cause a ruckus, fuck it, thats what youre stuck with Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go They ask me where Im goin, shit I dunno Around the town, see whos around, see whos down To get a twelve pack and a pound Im lookin for the answer at the bottom of a bottle Its just my luck I gots no luck No California Lotto Chorus Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com