歌词
Wakin up was the first task of the day
I don't know why but I just feel this way
Because the life that I lead is treacherous
I think today I'll go out and jack for a lexus or something
Maybe do a little bumpin
Or go out and kick it at a party that's jumpin
Naw, **** it
I think I get a fat sack of that chronic
And kick it with the homie Fat Rat
Now I'm on a mission for a sack of pot
Hopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spot
Went to a house that looked like it was damn near vacant
And bought a sack from the Jamaicans
Now I'm ready to get high and get some vapors
Stopped at the liquor store bought some papers
Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best
Any other kind of papers who's made for smokin stress
Scooped up Fat Rat fired up a dub sack
Rolled up the window so I can get a contact
I had the Reager straight servin
And the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzin
I'm feelin pretty good it was some propper ****
****ed in a backer corner and bumped a propper *****
And get happy when I roll up
I got the ******* in my neighbourhood straight sewed up
I bumped a ***** named Rochelle
She wanted to get me some *****
Cause she was in love with my pony tails
That's not the only thing she's seein me
******* ain't got no choice but to love a mutha****in G
We Hooked up a date then I said see you later
And it was time to go jack for me some paper
I got a victim in sight
I'll take his life for a stripe and his money for my appetite
(Chorus)
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life
Of a sinner
Livin the life
Livin the life
Livin the life
Of a sinner
I really don't try to commit any sins
I just wanna have a good time with my friends
But sometimes it don't work right
Cause some crazy **** happens almost every night
It might have to be a throw down or show down
And I'mma be on your ass just like a bloodhound
But then again it might be another **** raid
Or maybe a couple of *****s that got they ass sprayed
But whatever it is I'm up
Be quick to pull a strap on your ass
For whatever kinda **** they kicks
187's 211's
Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn
As a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the corner
He's not from the hood so his money is a goner
I pull my strap and then I attack from the back
Gimme your money mutha****a you're gettin jacked
Just like that went back to the bozack
Bumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sack
He's not only my friend
He's my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in
We got the bozack and made a getaway
I'm gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn grey
And get the munchies go home and eat dinner
Hit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life
Of a sinner
Livin the life
Livin the life
Livin the life
Of a sinner
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life
Of a sinner
Livin the life
Livin the life
Livin the life
Of a sinner
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life
Of a sinner
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