[Verse 1]

Wakin up was the first task of the day

I don't know why but I just feel this way

Because the life that I lead is tragerous

I think today I'll go out and jack for a lexus or something

Maybe do a little bumpin

Or go out and kick it at a party that's jumpin

Naw, fuck it

I think I get a fat sack of that chronic

And kick it with the homie Fat Rat

Now I'm on a mission for a sack to pop

Hopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spot

Went to a house that looked like it was damn near

And bought a sack from the Jamaicans

Now I'm ready to get high and get some vapors

Stopped at the liquor store bought some papers

Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best

Any other kind of papers who's made for smokin stress

Scooped up Bat Rat fired up a dub sack

Rolled up the window so I can get a contact

I had the Reager straight servin

And the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzin

I'm feelin pretty good it was some propper shit

Humped in a backer corner and bumped a propper bitch

And get happy when I roll up

I got the bitches in my neighbourhood straight sewed up

I bumped a bitch named Rochelle 

She wanted to get me some pussy 

cause she was in love with my pony tails

That's not the only thing she's seein me

Bitches ain't got no choice but to love a muthafuckin G

We Hooked up ?? then I said see you later

And it was time to go jack for me some paper

I got a victim in sight 

I'll take his life for a stripe and his money for my appetite



[Chorus]

Livin the life of a sinner



[Verse 2]

I really don't try to commit any sins

I just wanna have a good time with my friends

But sometimes it don't work right

Cause some crazy shit happens almost every night

It might have to be a throw down or show down

And I'ma be on your ass just like a bloodhound

But then again it might be another dub raid

Or maybe a couple of niggas that got they ass sprayed

But whatever it is I'm up 

Be quick to pull a strap on your ass

For whatever kinda shit they kicks

187's 211's 

Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn

As a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the corner

He's not from the hood so his money is a goner

I pull my strap and then I attack from the back

Gimme your money muthafucka you're gettin jacked

Just like that went back to the bozack

Bumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sack

He's not only my friend

He's my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in

We got the bozack and made a getaway

I'm gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn grey

And get the muggiez go home and eat dinner

Hit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner



[Chorus]

Livin the life of a sinner