Good Life [DJ Shocker Remix Radio Edit]

歌詞

[Hook: Ronnie Spencer] Good life, good life yeeeeah (doing 150 on the highway) Good life, good life ooo-oooh (in a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways) Good life, good life hmmmmm (chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way) Good life, good life (electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway) [E.S.G.] Growing up in the ghetto, wasn't no love for us G's Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool Prolly get two pairs of socks, and a damn rubix cube Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes Old dumb ass nigga, can't pass the ties test I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing Prepare to roll, like I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin Boss hogging big balling, me falling nigga never Wide body Denali, metallic grey matching leather Put it down for whatever, big Benz blue lens With my killas right behind me, in that new S-10 See we took a few ends, now we making some millions For the 2 triple O back in the do', and we living that [Hook] [E.S.G.] It's a lovely day, a lovely day All work no play, for my thuggish ways Nigga's hustling today, trying to stack me a bundle When you balling in the jungle, now sometimes you fumble I suggest you stay humble, keep from falling under Hit the block drop the top, eight 15's of thunder Let's get ready to rumble celebrating all night Do a song one day, while two grey fog lights Top dolla rotweiler, fighting pits no poodles Millionaires still eating, Chimmy Chang's and noodles Lamborginis fetticini, electric gates with genies Codeine and Crystal, end and martinis So tell me have you seen me, doing the thing G's do Tailor made taper fade, on the cover of GQ screaming (everybody's living the good life, under the suuuun) [Hook] [E.S.G.] Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing Beach house by the docks, candy yacht bass fishing Eddie Bauer Expedition, gon be infloyd 2000 drop dogs, thank Gotti and Todd Swift and Ken with skin, with two Canadian hoes No pouring up of pints, syrup stains on the road Tyte Eyez and Ronnie, D, Dolla and Reck Need two forms of I.D., to cash this fat ass check Almost wrecked the Vette, doing a hundred kilometers So much ice in my mouth, I done cracked the thermometer Ninja bikes for the summer, we Southside stunners Boys got plex, you best to take a fucking number Might as well call the plumber, they bust they windpipes Screaming here they come, when they saw them new lights It'll be alright, when I get seven figgas And be in the basement, with that nigga named Tigga living [Hook - 2x]