Gwen Stefani

Gwen Stefani - It's My Life lyrics

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(Chorus - David Wade)

Nevermind what I do, stick to you

Let me live, it's my life

(It's my life, it's my life)

It's what I go through everyday

(I'm just an average man tryna do the best I can)

Nevermind what I do, stick to you

Let me live, it's my life

(It's my life, it's my life)

It's what I go through everyday



Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know? 



I rap about what's real and what I go through on the daily

It's crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80's

I've seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it

I can't stop and I won't stop until I'm finished

In the 90's 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 ain't lyin', I got hit by one

Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun

We're 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

Don't act like you don't know how it feels to go to a funeral

(Silencio)

That's how we're livin' though

And then we wonder why they look at us like we're some f**kin' criminals

You know



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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, I'm 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 1218's two sizes small

Smile now cry later, f**k it, why cry at all?

And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all

We didn't do shit, they can't prove shit and even if they could

You never pulled rat or you're not welcomed back to the hood

You're known as no good, that's how it was, that's how it is

F**k your predicament get your ass killed for that shit

You don't believe me? I don't care if you do, or if you don't

I'm just sayin' what the f**k I've been through

And it's no joke



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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 f**k goes on in this mind of mine

I'm a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time

It's all the same, ain't nothing changed, it's 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 doesn't?

Cause a ruckus, f**k it, that's what you're stuck with

Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go

They ask me where I'm goin', shit I dunno

Around the town, see who's around, see who's down

To get a twelve pack and a pound

I'm lookin' for the answer at the bottom of a bottle

It's just my luck I gots no luck

No California Lotto 



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