Crooked I - My Life lyrics

[Hook: Cee-Lo] This is my mothaf**in' life My life, oh yeah [Verse 1: Crooked I] Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-E Yes we are, the best in the biz, the West in the b**h, this East side LB Money over coochie, mayne, 645 when dip through the burbs I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas, kick a b**h to the curb House in the hills, thousands and mill's Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces and pills, how does it feel? To count dollar bills that I piled off sk**s Check it out, Jets fly private n***a S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip I'm in Bed Stuy with my chick On my West side fly sh** Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly Left Eye side kick Now don't you n***as go chasing waterfalls These b**hes wall to wall and they love them Slaughter's y'all [Hook] This is my motherf**ing life My life, oh yeah This is my motherf**ing life (Jets fly private, n***a S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Sometimes I look around and I just, I just can't believe it I'm on a high like a falsetto, maybe that's why I feel like I'm dreaming My eyes just quit, look what I'm seeing My life just shifted, I feel like I'm breathing Light that spliff Nah, I don't even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I'm steaming Patron in my cup, holding mine up Toasting with a s*ut, that I know I'm gon' f** In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep, then kick the b**h out when I wake up Even though baby girl got a large ol' a** I remember praying that my cargo's last Now my car so fast, I don't think you understand in a Murcielago dash When it hurts but you ride through the dirt, and you work till it hurt, and you end up on Marshall's staff Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy's, get a call from your family that your grandma pa**ed Then you know what you promised her So you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava So proud to be part of a, conglomerate, like this [Hook] [Bridge: Cee-Lo] Every time that they play this Put your hands up high if You're happy you made it It's bittersweet when I say it But since I'm alive, might as well celebrate [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] What a success story, when the film plays it gets less gory My son didn't know who his pop was for years, now it's less Maury God put it there as a test for me Used to walk around with the vest and 40 Cops tryna mess hall me Now babes with the 34F's adore me I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy Now the fans approach, I get paranoid Where I'm from, they tell me never let your guard rest But it's simple to disregard stress Hoes run to the bone and it ain't farfetched [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] Now jets fly high sh** That Panamera Porsche that's Ryan's fly whip As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I'm it! For those of yall that don't remember me I'm a Detroit Oak Parker Went from no office to offers I told ya'll I would get my daddy out the post office And so far I don't really need to own my city Just as long as the D is on my fitted My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride This is the motherf**ing life [Hook]