Kurupt - The Life Lyrics
(kurupt & el drex)Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dickSub drex (uh yeah, one two)Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there babySkys the limit(yeah)Way up in the skyOnce in a lifetimeYou only get one chance, one chance(you like that shit)One chance to danceAnd then its overKurupt:Check it, from catchin buses and cabsPen and pads in the lavSippin genuine drafts and no cashI aint the first and Ill be damned if Im the lastRoosevelt drive, clay courts from cliffs to azEl drex:Aiyyo wassup how you feel me Im chillBut Im still tryin to make a mill inside sharon hill>from where I stand I see its time to expandTo foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sandsKurupt:You know its about that timeNiggaz set and prepare your rhymesStart off and a little after nine, bump n grindSexual, young intellectualWith a whole lot of life to live, just a childEl drex:Its 2-5-2-5 little town of shitYou can call a sharon hill and a dogg be town shitI wouldnt break bad if you come from out of townCuz Im down by law and Im from tha deuce poundChorus:Having to survive living in the lifeGot to stay alive living in the lifeHave to surviveLiving in the lifeEl drex:Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violencePlus, me and my crew shine like the n on new balanceThe most talent where girls flyThey hopin champagne gets pop and it dont stopThese jealous cat cut gs keroodle with topWe can cruise the city block like yachtsYall niggaz worse than the copsKurupt:Before I smoke, I tote my first toteA fool or here sneakin young bulls red bullsMe k-i-d, the elite mc>from the hill, got my top chopped by a treeOn the hill, too young to flare oneIts all about rhymes and fair onesShow me the mic and bust like a flair gunDont shove me or push me, I give sucka punchesNow whats the dealEl drex:You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool nowAnd pull the tool now why cant we keep it on the cool nowI make a new route to get my crew out my peeps no doubtAnd then when school out, it probably when the albums due outAnd when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze outForever player and winner and never lose outKurupt (el drex):Tell me do you remember (yeah, I remember back when)When conway park (yeah, I remember back then)Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (next week, instead of then)And Im be sneakin againSee back in the day, it was all about flowsCoolin out the t-la rock and mic strollI go next door to see my nigga man bangSneak in the basement, couple sips of ing bingI feel all right, I could rock all nightNo plots and schemes, just million dollar dreamsMoney like a motha*****a homie gimme mines paidI come stompin like a parade, the escapadePsychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushroomsWe clear sight, the day lights like the nightA closet full of franklins, a gs paradiseA nice 40 ounce of o-e on icePrecise poetical poltergeist on micsEl drex:Well, its the el baby, baby the el baby babyThe one that rocks you so well baby babyMany brains I feed, another thought conceiveYes indeed drex ya heed will make yo body bleedThe intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weedsMoney stash from crack, you cant determine the speedIm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of careneIm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I meanI see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill yaStay tough like armadilgas and thats on the for real-aPop dukes will call me killer casualties with easeThe world will spend a million gs savin dyin mcsNow you got mad love for shahi raffiIm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet meKurupt: to my nigga kel el, escoball, what all up in this pieceChorus: (to end with kurupt talking)El drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shitYou can call a sharon hill and a dogg be town shitI wouldnt break bad if you come from out of townCuz Im down by law and Im from tha deuce poundDeuce pound deuce pound deuce pound deuce poundA town with no recreationAnd when we grab the mic we formally rock the nation
