作词 : B. Scott/R. Wilson/W. Hughes/J. Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/R. Wilson/W. Hughes/J. Chambers No more wine for me, no more dimes of ************' Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less' Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chestlike a candy face, like I'm wearin' a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin' off my pecs, triceps and biceps I'm all for the cause, ready to die next I'm all for the cause, ready to die next We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Now ah, when I was a, young man There was a couple of things poppa put in my head Never sit down when ya need to stand Never drink down all ya dreams and plans Poppa, what's that inside ya glass? Don't do as I do boy, do as I askSee do it right if ya gon' do it that fast And don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed Well, since then I been an over-achiever Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger' Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty misdemeanors"Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall No comb, no fade, no nothin' at all I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little somethin' for y'all Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw Get higher than a mother******, deep in the call Hit the liquor sto', makin' mo', fifth and I pauseGet love tryna cut, got ya ************ and ****** Hell naw then broads at the wall Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the mall Thank the Lord, for just livin', makin' the most' Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall Ops silly me, big nuts and they gone Didn't see that ************t comin' like a truck in the fall We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Lemme hear ya say Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my magazine It's that life B, gotta make that choice It's all on you Lemme hear ya say Lemme hear ya say Lemme hear ya say
作词 : B. Scott/R. Wilson/W. Hughes/J. Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/R. Wilson/W. Hughes/J. Chambers No more wine for me, no more dimes of ************' Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less' Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chestlike a candy face, like I'm wearin' a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin' off my pecs, triceps and biceps I'm all for the cause, ready to die next I'm all for the cause, ready to die next We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Now ah, when I was a, young man There was a couple of things poppa put in my head Never sit down when ya need to stand Never drink down all ya dreams and plans Poppa, what's that inside ya glass? Don't do as I do boy, do as I askSee do it right if ya gon' do it that fast And don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed Well, since then I been an over-achiever Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger' Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty misdemeanors"Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall No comb, no fade, no nothin' at all I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little somethin' for y'all Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw Get higher than a mother******, deep in the call Hit the liquor sto', makin' mo', fifth and I pauseGet love tryna cut, got ya ************ and ****** Hell naw then broads at the wall Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the mall Thank the Lord, for just livin', makin' the most' Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall Ops silly me, big nuts and they gone Didn't see that ************t comin' like a truck in the fall We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine This life? It's mineIt's yours? It's mineThat's right it's mine That's yours this mine Lemme hear ya say Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my magazine It's that life B, gotta make that choice It's all on you Lemme hear ya say Lemme hear ya say Lemme hear ya say
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