The Lox

The Lox - Livin' The Life songtekst

Je score:

(Puff talking)
 Yeah, the game of life
 In this game it's not whether you win or lose
 But how you played the game
 Come on

 (Stylez)
 Everything involves The Lox
 Ask the niggas with the money in the safe
 And the cats on cell blocks
 Car parked in the lot
 Door is locked
 And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot
 I announce the bounce
 Smooth like an ounce
 Blow more ways than one
 Y'all niggas count
 One Mississippi - you can't get with me
 Two Mississippi - you never gon' hit me
 Three Mississippi - can't no bitch trick me
 Four Mississippi - won't no dog sick me
 Five Mississippi - we in Mississippi
 Twenty deep in the block
 Real niggas rock with me
 Blazing, reving in the black 9-11
 Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin
 Living dead
 Hoes giving head to the Feds
 Catch him with the calico
 Light him up in bed

 Chorus x2 (Stylez)

 Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
 It's a two-way street be large or small
 Livin' the life, either you die or ball
 It's a two-way street be rich or poor

 (Sheek)
 My niggas order parts for cars like motherfuckin' pizza
 For years
 While you get all yours from Sears
 What!? Nigga even my guns be Ger-man
 Links, Cu-ban
 Rugs, Persian
 Now we can take this another level Pa-Pa
 And simply bust your pinata you hot-sa
 Lox take blocks
 Turn 'em into Fort Knox
 Cake wasn't blowin' here
 Till we started going there
 What!? I ain't hateing you cause you's a little richer
 But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker
 When bitch drunk
 I'm bent up
 I bounce with the land blow
 (?) Pump the missile
 Black berry molassi
 Flossin' with the bad mama sita
 My chi-ca
 Be ten cent
 Job with the government
 Tap the Fed line
 So when they raid I'll be lovin' it

 Chorus x2

 (Jadakiss)
 I swear under oath no bullshit will any Lock take
 Cause we stop drama like anti-lock brakes
 High stakes
 Politic, pies and cakes
 Real niggas do dirt, tell lies, then skate
 What up son?
 What you bullshittin' bout now huh?
 Where we from?
 Don't matter cause we gettin' it done
 Land Rover, double sun roof
 Bulletproof
 Tangaray and grapefruit
 Got me hurlin' on my boots
 Man please
 Spit it out, twist the trees
 5-40 I fly when I'm dissin' the d's
 Deep Dish P.
 Sip Dom P. with ease
 First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze
 Ain't about that
 Trying to do without that
 Makin' niggas fuck up their budget
 Time to get their paper route back
 L-O-X three letter word, black mall
 With every last member of the team on the job
 Whether ir be controllin' the street
 Holdin' the heat
 Really don't matter to me
 Long as we eat

 Chorus x2
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Auteur: David Styles, Jason Phillips, Richard Frierson, Sean Combs, Sean Jacobs

Componist: ?

Publisher: Bad Boy Records (5)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Money, Power & Respect (1998)

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