St. Lunatics - Dis Iz Da Life lyrics

rate me

Man, I've been thinking

What you've been thinking about man?

Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million

Millions I told you

That shit's been crazy

Shit's been frucking crazy, I tell ya

Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that

Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?

Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot

Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot

Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that

Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?

Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot

Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot

Maaaaaan, this is the life

Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me

'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted

And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at

Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?

Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers

Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver

Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker

I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker

Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a

I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up

Short so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me

I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me

Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be

So I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-Ts

I'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon

Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot

I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot

I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot

I'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lot

It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin

Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant

They all linin up, all nines and up

And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough

Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough

Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black

With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow

Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well

That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)

My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in

And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin

I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

Check it

It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'

No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'

Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson

I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some

Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb

I'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done)

I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one

But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum

Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"

Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name

The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vain

I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain

The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs

I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs

On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man

She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay

All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?)

Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I)

"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time

Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right

Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life

Man, I don't know, I've been thinking

I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go

they all know that "down, down, baby" shit

Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing

Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that

Maybe, maybe...

You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one

You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens

Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore

Everybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him"

You know what I'm sayin?

(both) Maaaan, this is the life!