7A3 - That's How We're Livin'

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[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.]

Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium

'89 Benzes, guess who's steerin em?

Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew

They're puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brew

Doin 120 in the car 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 it's kinky as hell

When the boys come together, we do the wild thing

Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting

Screams of passion, voice is goin hoarse

Right in 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 streets

That's how I'm livin

Yo, that's how I'm livin

[VERSE 2: Bret E.B.]

Always on the move since the age of the child

To keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyle

Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust

Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must

Ask me any questions and I take the fifth

Not sayin where we been, or who we're hangin with

My posse's lurkin in the heat of the night

Look into the eyes and you never see fright

Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre

Ridin limos, and never drive a car

Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries

Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies

Wake up a 12 and hit the studio

Later on tonight we'll be filmin the video

Pick up a check at the end of the day

And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play

That's how I'm livin

Yo Muggs

Tell these muthafuckas how we're livin

[Grandmixer Muggs cutting]

For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I'm sayin?

Brooklyn in effect

[VERSE 3: Bret E.B.]

Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty

See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city

Caviar dreams, champagne wishes

Makin love to high class bitches

Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are

Makin millions, but on the faces no scars

You're 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 pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed

See, I live on the street, never carry a nine

Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine

Get ill as shit, shootin celo

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 (young) with an innocent look

Look at the cover, but never judge a book

Just 3, we don't gangbang

Flip your heads and make your bells ring

So yo, Muggs, tell em what we're givin

Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I'm livin

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