Rapper Big Pooh - Livin' Like lyrics

[Produced by Tommy Black] [Intro] Uh, Soul Brother Number... Rapper ! Ha, Whats Good Big Homie Ya Know I Got That Flava (Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman This evening takes great pride in presenting) [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Uh, Soul brother number 2 Here to take number 2 on any number 2 That's who's ever after me Don't get my spot confused Like a gang of dalmatians in the same room I never sleep; you snooze, you lose I'm on a consecutive leap Slick wit it, sippin' a 40, No WD Splendid, ended my name on your brain Like a paragraphs first sentence..(MANE!) Please see the pa**ion in this young man Burn this b**h down even if I got one fan Like, You hear this, you ears will sun tan I'm an army tank, you're just one man And n***as talkin' bout they label offers Knowin' damn well them labels off ya You know you got it all wrong When you start equating your success with Drake and Trey Songz Soul [Hook] Where you need to be? Where you need to go? What you need to see,? lemme know (Baby I Can show You...show You) We only got one life Live it to the T But, Take It From Me (Don't let time control you..trol' You) Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? I'm livn' like I'm livn' like I'm livn' like I'm livn' like Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? Whatchu Livin' Like? I'm livn' like I'm livn' like I'm livn' like I'm livn' like [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] I say I'm livin' like the world can't hold me Mama can't scold me, like a lawn chair n***as fold me Flow sounding moldy & dated Rap game I hate it But at the same time I'm in love deeply I'm in love indiscreetly, stop looking for them neat raps Go ahead get ya wet naps Chicago poetic justice with my wave cap I know some people mad at me cause I ain't wave back Double Impact; No Jean Claude n***as got stories but most of them fraud We are all flawwed Only difference is I display mine If I say your music whack, that's a hate crime You can debate I'm better than the next one Each fan text one, I could a have million Me and Ab building, Me and Ab k**ing I wish you would fight the feeling [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] King of my stomping ground I don't f** around, like a Tupperware top I shut sh** down I wear the underwear here, it's best you know now When Queers interfere I can feel it in the air They ain't gotta make a sound Ain't sh** sweet But the swisher full of weed where my thumb and my index meet You don't quite cut the criteria We keep trees on us like LRG, Cause Ma** hysteria walkin' across the street, cause They never seen a n***a so concrete And You can understand that right? You look a little dumbfounded Believe whatever you looking for I done found it I can show you the real and I can tell you the grind But even T-Pain get this sh** overnight And If, nothing else remember this The smartest man in the world know we don't know sh** [Outro] Tommy Black, Wa**up Tommy Black, Wa**up Soul Brother Number.....