This Is The Life

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sam Bostic] This is the life All of the things we both go through This is the life All of the things we both go through [Verse 1: E-40] OOOUH!, I'm lookin' at it from the inside lookin' out, not the outside lookin' in Sittin' here writing with my pen, wondering who really my friend If I die today, will they try to get at my broad, my bitch? On some old double back and I always had eyes for her type of shit? Ain't no tellin', that's what Willie told Nelson Don't nothin' surprise me or amaze me these days, it's crazy I survived and made it through the sickest and toughest times: the '80s The crack epidemic, hubba heads and droamers Smoking coke outta TV antennas and blood donors When it was organized game, not organized lame When niggas had some real reasons to put some change on yo' brain When we practically lived on I-5 on our way to La La Land To re-cop and re-up during the drought season This beat tremble (Tremble), throbbing the trunk (Throbbing the trunk) I'm sitting in the car rollin' a beela blunt (Rollin' a beela blunt) Right hand on my thump in case they think I'm a cunt California didn't raise no punk, BIATCH! [Chorus: Sam Bostic] This is the life All of the things we both go through This is the life All of the things we both go through [Interlude: E-40] Let me touch down on some real subjects, mayne You know a lot of people goin' through this, man Touch down, man [Verse 2: E-40] We tryna get off mortgage loans, y'all tell us to stop makin' payments Black people been hoodwinked and bamboozled, denied of modifications Get set up for foreclosure then y'all take it over Now we sleepin' in our cars, mayne, that ain't kosher They say we gotta do better, so I'ma take it there Can't afford health care but can afford hair And a new pair of Jordans, probably got two pair Designer rims, tires, and a spare We got our priorities fucked up but that's life You in the books, I'm on the ave shooting dice Wanna move my kids up out the hood and spoil 'em rotten But in the suburbs they got drugs like Oxycotin I got one foot on my pulpit, the other one on the block One hand on the Bible, the other one on my Glock I'm wondering how much time that God got left on my clock Before I'm chillin' up in thug mansion with my potna 2Pac UGH! [Chorus: Sam Bostic] This is the life All of the things we both go through This is the life All of the things we both go through This is the life All of the things we both go through This is the life All of the things we both go through