UGK - Hi Life - 46846 lyrics

Chorus: Hi Life We livin' that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm) We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm Pimp C: I'm tired livin' f**ed up, tired of livin' bad Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me When you gonna go to church Chad Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image That she would want me to be But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a Ki I never wanted to be a G But n***as depend on me It ain't safe to hit I-10 So n***as fear with me And all the n***as that I went to school wit Got cool wit, went to fool wit I dealt selling that white sh** Pushin' c**aine, n***as holding pistols Dependant on the game What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred And ain't nobody got no dough So n***as came to smoke, bad habits do exist And if this b**h came thinking to ease my mind By s**ing my dick b**h make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts In 1996 n***as is dyin' from layin' on that a** First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you wonder why yo' n***as out there smokin' fry I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime But if I told you that n***a you know that I be lyin' And I've been f**ing p**y since the tender age of nine It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt But still I puts in work and front for my folks Cause where I come from n***a, family just ain't no joke Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat But what about Baby Doe, some say that n***a's selling dope And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved Most preachers are false prophets f**in' hoes and gettin' paid I'm lookin' for the... Chorus Bun B: You only got one life to live That's all they give you to do it You could bullsh** your way through it Or stay true, it can be complicated cause n***as Be gettin' shot in the cross People and names get lost The people in the lane get tossed The streets'll eat your a** alive Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody Don't survive the dusk to see dawn It's treacherous how we was left to die On the streets that we be on Motherf**ers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on Probably cause society felt they didn't belong Now who in the f** made it this way for us Got all these little n***as slangin' that yay Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable So how can I substain a full life before d**h Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off that slab Cause poverty will push a n***a over that brink Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge So instead of being without, I'm hustling Tryin' to get through these ungodly days Thinkin' of ways to get the f** outta this maze A man will committ a crime cause a f**in' crime pays I'm going through a phase you don't grow out Until there's a reason a mother f**ers gots to pour out His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind But still sometimes he don't know why He walkin' around just hopin' He can get one more try to make it It's bullsh** he going through, but yo, he gots to take it You can't fake it, to get that hi life Chorus until the end