letra de my life (remix) - kool g rap
[n.o.r.e. – speaking]
n-o-r-e, nore, n-ggas on the run eatin -coughing-
so let’s big up kool g. rap because that’s the motherf-cking man
you un’ the dig, kool g. rap, man, you know what i’m sayin?
godfather of gangsta, ghetto, project, complex, co-op, hip-hop
g. rap influenced me in, not in any way but in every way almost, you know the dig?
n.o.r.e. – nore, g. rap!
if y’all don’t know about g. rap, y’all don’t know about rap!
[g-wise – vocoder]
g. rap – see you again, baby (my life n-gga)
[hook: g-wise – vocoder]
all of my life, i live
i’ll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
rock it out baby, knock it out baby
won’t stop ’til i die for this
i’ll be keepin it trueeeeeee
yeah yeah yeah yeah
[n.o.r.e.]
yo, yo
it’s mafia ties, rules, let ’em f-ck each other’s wives
n-ggas is real stupid and they think like chicks
they was dealing with ounce money ’til i bought the bricks
i done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh)
and smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah)
island-style, four-bill and mop your neck
i got the bandana, see, it’s already a “b”
i’m like santana from american me
they call me d.a.n. – dead all nore (d.a.n. – dead all noreeeee)
and i got guns, y’all ain’t got nothin for me
f-ck the popo, cuz n-ggas don’t leave no prints (prints)
n-ggas gave me a brick and ain’t seen me since (yeahhhh)
now i’m out the game like kane and them
and now n-ggas want me, i ain’t blamin them
i got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out
i big’d up, copped the five, f-ck a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh)
[hook]
[capone]
i speak on phones in kohl’s, my sh-t stay tapped
like gregory hines, wild since seventy-nine
i’m federal time, still an enemy of the state
they had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell ’em bout it)
judge hoffman gave fifteen to q-god’s
started riots in the jungle like the rodney king charges
in l.a., what up essa? (whaddup) i spray tre’ pounds (yeahhhh)
to nueva, i’m loco n-gga (loco)
i’m the one that made attempts on the popo bigger
i put crazy work in, (that’s right) f-ck who criticize my verses
i only rap, cuz the streets is sour
the money is good and i couldn’t find sheets for powder
i could get on some bullsh-t, (on some bullsh-t) y’all n-ggas understand me?
i keep heat like miami, fry for family (what? fry for family)
rubbing tat for infanity, i curse the game
menace to society like o-dog and kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[hook]
[kool g. rap]
all of my life, uh-huh uh-huh
n-gga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
half-naked b-tches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
marble floor to the terrace n-gga, glance at the moon
play the jacuzzi ’til your hands get blue
rugs tight, bright as the white sands of cancun (yeahhhh)
skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
n-gga we crop grams in dunes, cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
prison n-ggas that ran balloons
shut down shop from jan. to june, and still cop land in the boons
f-ck women in tanning rooms
every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do
down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
if i can’t stack a n-gga cap get peeled loose
word to them cats that died on the street, it’s spilled juice
so where that don be? in the calm breeze in the palm trees
bomb g under the armpiece (yeahhhh)
livin in harmony, c0ke farm pharmacy
bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
washin the jackpot like laundry
f-ckin don of the year nominee, honestly (all of my…)
[g-wise – vocoder – two voices at once]
life, we spend, someone – know someone
we spend, (yeah) we spend…
and what about – where you come from (where you come from, where you)
what about – you will get up on-on… my life, my life, my life
[hook]
[kool g. rap]
what.. uh…uh-huh
yeah, thug sh-t, queens cl!cks
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