Short Dawg - Thug Lyfe lyrics

Rest in peace to my n***a Mike Cooper, you know what I mean? 4000 love my n***a [Hook] I just wanna pour up, watch as the world slow up Hit the boulevard in cars with doors that go up Have a few menages a trois and call my loaks up We’ll be living large in charge after I blow up I pull up in that Phantom sitting in the back like rolls up Rocking Ralph Lauren loafers, fresh out some foreign These rappers getting over, really they suffer sofers Gra** cut for you cobras, acting as if I owe ya I did it on my own to be you in like Oprah It’s all up in my soda, boy you just a poser Forever sipping syrup cause I’m loyal to my culture And yeah I steal your girl she ain’t over cause I’m doper Flyer than a vulture, harder than a sculpture sponsored links Nowadays rap got me autographing tits like a poster Used to smash rats, now my chicks meets like my moses Talking half filipino, other half latino We sipping pino breeze or taking bubble baths in Rio Tomorrow’s no guaranteed so the night was meant for us And you can have whatever you like except for trust It’s that thugh life, and I’m living by the oath Told her hoe I’m singing then I hit it like a note I get behind her like an adlib, pin her over like she don’t have ribs Turn a n***a gar crib into my traphouse I swear to god I’m living everything I rap about I see gamble everyday, somebody crabs out But still I’m tossing dice, dodging vice, whipping stacks out Got my plans mapped out, time to execute it If you ain’t talking bout money, you gettin muted [Hook] x 2 It’s that thug life, catch me riding round town top down Screaming thug life, come on Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life Young fresh lean, it’s hard for you, if you come test me You know I keep that 45 everytime I’m sliding by I check hoes like I check mikes, My neck froze and the fist white Spent a month in Vegas swear I saw my best nights My chick was hitting tricks like the BMX bike And bringing back the ends like the repeat bu*ton Make the haters understand why his piece be flooded Plus the freaks keep coming, tryina throw me s** Cause I collect like 18 hunned when the dope fiends text Call me codeine fresh, I gotta lean heavy But I swear I won’t see rest, until my team heavy even haters know he mix like rl My luggage Louie I never check em like voice mail Yeah they wish I fail but I’m straight A’s Giuseppe boots or great jays, got baby mama drama cause you n***as soft as day day You don’t know baby the holly what they say to me pocket full of dead presidents, they bout to make a speech You n***as talk too much to learn something The streets made me detour, trust me, my turn’s coming No doubt queens define me, please don’t call my phone if it ain’t bout getting money but since I’m quite on, even dykes bone, they smash the blackberry and iPhone or scream out they number like mike jones, that’s right holmes I got the K on me like 1000 but I ain’t tryina make the gun pow [Hook] It’s that thug life, catch me riding round town top down Screaming thug life, come on Everyday gettin faded up in brown with the thug life Young fresh lean, it’s hard for you, if you come test me You know I keep that 45 everytime I’m sliding by.