504 Boyz Feat Afficial Curren$y Krazy My Life Is Sweet Lyrics

My Life Is Sweet Lyrics

504 Boyz feat. Afficial, Curren$y, Krazy

 

 My Life Is Sweet

 You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps

 Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee

 Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats

 Make them scream wha-wha

 

 [Curren$y]

 Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city

 To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet

 Performance chip is faster than any jet

 I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet

 I use to hustle on the block for rent

 Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since

 See all these chicks wanna get with me

 Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Afficial]

 Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic

 And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package

 I leave the country cause Paris cooler

 Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler

 Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead

 Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed

 Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower

 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller

 

 [Afficial]

 I thought I told you the flow don't stop

 And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock

 You can still catch me up in them clubs

 In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs

 Since they wanna know about my whip

 I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership

 Now how they think they floss toys

 When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 

 [Afficial]

 When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four

 Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors

 Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill

 Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel

 It's real, stack dough and make more

 While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors

 You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche

 I get paid every month like child support

 

 [Krazy]

 Luxury, I love that bird it's easy

 Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me

 But a 6, without the rims is cheesy

 Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy

 The spinners, on my Navi to tease me

 With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy

 With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me

 I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that

 

 [Master P]

 You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate

 Flew to Paris or France, just to get away

 Like to party, so we buy the club

 Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs

 The new Hummer, had it before it came out

 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth

 Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music

 Like the President got a jet and don't even use it

 When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher

 Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires

 In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats

 In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats

 My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball

 My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall

 Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese

 I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green

 

 [Chorus - 2x]