Testo That's How We're Livin' - The 7A3
Testo della canzone That's How We're Livin' (The 7A3), tratta dall'album Coolin' In Cali
Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium
'89 Benzes, guess who's steering 'em
Hop into the ride, cool-coolin' with the crew
They're puffin' on a cheeba and guzzlin' a brew
Doin' 120 in the carpool lane
Girl in every lap 'cause that's the name of the game
Destination, come on, you know where we're goin'
Don't get the wrong idea, nobody's gigolo-in'
We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell
Couldn't play it on the air 'cause this is kinky as hell
When the boys come together, we do the wild thing
Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting
Sweet compassion, voice is goin' hoarse
Ridin' that butt with crazy force
In the morning, take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek
Slam the door shut as I enter the street
That's how I'm livin'
Yo, that's how I'm livin'
Always on the move since the age of the child
To keep my blood pumpin', I live the wild style
Live, love, and laugh from dawn to dusk
Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must
Ask me any questions and I'll take the fifth
Not sayin' where we been or who we're hangin' with
My posse's breakin' in the heat of the night
Look into the eyes and you'll never see fright
Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre
Ride the limos and never drive a car
Ate seafood, ate burgers and fries
Been recused a little but I never tell lies
Wake up at 12 and hit the studio
Later on tonight, we'll be filmin' a video
Pick up a check at the end of the day
And then I'll swoop up a lady 'cause a man gotta play
That's how I'm livin'
Yo, Muggs, tell these muthafuckas how we livin', yeah
For all the niggas chillin' in the East, you know what I'm sayin'?
Brooklyn in effect
Like the enforcer, name Frank Nitty
See the three on the marquee 'cause we belong to the city
Caviar dreams, champagne wishes
Makin' love to high-class bitches
Take it how you want it 'cause we are what we are
Makin' millions, but on the faces no scars
You rollin' with a posse, they seem to make you bolder
Talkin' mess, lookin' over your shoulder
Don't worry 'bout a thing, you won't get snuffed
We do it one-on-one and you get bumrushed
See, I live on the street, never carry a nine
Hit you hard and leave you staggerin' like moonshine
Get ill as shit, shoot with cee-lo
Got so much money, think I'm sellin' by the kilo
I ain't with it, everybody sells drugs
Left it in the past, we're educated thugs
Young with an innocent look
Look at the cover but never judge a book
Just three, we don't gangbang
Flip your heads and make your bells ring
So, yo, Muggs, tell 'em what we givin'
'Cause this shit is over, man, 'cause this is how I'm livin'
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Writer(s): Brett Bouldin, Joe Nicolo
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