Street Life Lyrics

Street Life lyrics

f/ Bad Azz, Daz







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[verse one: Daz]



I come outta the dungeon, straight blastin'



Flashin' the cash and on niggas who be askin'



Taggin' up the wall, ballin' down a hall from the Pound, straight Dogg



No flaws, no jaws, I'll break yo jaw, represent the paw



What you seein' is what you never, ever, ever saw



What it means? Daz Dilly, Mr. Dillinger killin' ya, spittin' out ya guts



Make y'all niggas straight grab ya nuts



Tell me, holla at me, you real gangsta in khakis and Chucks



Ever since then, I was known not to give a fuck



You know when it's hard to touch



You getcha weapons witcha, get back, you will get clucked



I ain't.. pullin' no triggas, ya soul make ya heart and soul



Mind delivery, ya flakin' and perpetratin' and rock it up to flagrant



All ya niggas get down, I'll straight take ya



Livio and Mr. Bad Azz, Daz is a straight rider



All y'all niggas, get inside ya







[chorus: Daz & Livio]



It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid



Hoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends



It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid



Hoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends



It's just the street life, that's how we live as a kid



Hoes and drop-top Benz, havin' major ends



It's just the street life, street life, street life



Play fights, fist fights, street life, c'mon







[verse two]







[Livio]



I'm changin' the whole game, I'm doin' my own thang



Addictive as cocaine and flamin' wit propane



Got to bang Pak Pros, use my muscle and mind



I got to get that dough, got to hustle and grind, shine!







[Bad Azz]



Once in the life of.. Mr. Bad



We ain't trippin' bout nothin', nigga, getcha cash



C'mon, here we go, let's go, Livio



Bad Azz smash, gotta getcha cash



Roll up big chronic blunts wit hash



And we gone be up all on 'em, get in they ass



Tell 'em we ain't trippin', girl, I don't love ya



I'm a jump under the cover, put.. a couple rubbers



On my dick, slick, yeah, you need to pick



Up, mo' dough next time you roll



Y'all niggas is whack, we ain't comin' back



To the spot no mo', kick dust, and we go



Yes, yes, y'all, old school like Schoolie D



Ain't none of y'all whack niggas foolin' me







[Livio]



You ain't that hot, I'll throw you behind me like a backdrop



What! Serve you like a fat rock off the crack spot



I'm Livio, I bring the truth up outta you like Mattlock



Play wit my cash, my niggas flash like a snapshot







[Bad Azz]



We the D-P-G on the end



Gangsta y'all, nigga, we'll 'C' at the end



And y'all niggas ain't trippin' bout nothin'



Cause if y'all is.. we gone get to bustin'



Rrrr, skirt out, get away from haters and



Get money, live life like players



Look, Mr. B-A-D got the smash



Nigga, we ain't trippin', I gotcha ass



I'm L-L-G, till I go



We ain't givin' a fuck, nigga, will I blow? You know







[chorus]







[verse three: Livio]



On your mark, get set, go! Hold on tight, don't let go



I bring like to Pak Pros, I grab mics and explode



When I get in direct mode and I'm sippin' the X-O



Representin' the West Coast and ya gettin' ya chest blown



Ya moves are miniature, I'm Livio, my styles are sinister



I don't bite, I'll hit ya if our sounds are similiar



I'm fast as twelve cylinders, R.A.W. like Daz Dillinger



Niggas wanna be me, they even forge my damn signature



When I spit at ya, that's the end of the game



My vocals travel through ya ears and get into ya brain



So if you thinkin' bout testin' us, I'm tellin' ya, think again



It'll get ten times worse if I decide to drink again



You can sink or swim, ya too tall or too small



I represent Westside and move more shit than U-Haul



I'm known to tease dickheads and leave 'em wit blue balls



Pick quick, you a bitch wit a dick like Ru Paul



Come and spit it in ya ear, you can ask Ras Kass



My business is personal like that nigga, Bad Azz



So just.. watch ya watch and know when it's time to go



I kick this shit for my niggas, I never rhyme for hoes



So what it be like, nigga, I'm still dodgin' these three strikes



I check niggas like G-Nikes and I live that street life, uh!







[chorus: (2X)]