Pimp C - Hi-Life lyrics

[Intro: Smoke D] Dog its real up in here n***as will k** you if you f** up You know what im saying They shoot all kinds of game Im just thankful the lord blessed me that I can see it a hundred miles away You know [Hook] Hi Life We living that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life... mmmmmmmmmm) We living that hi life... mmmmmmmmmmm [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm tired living f**ed up, tired of living bad Tired of hearing grandma telling me When you gonna go to church Chad Now I'm trying to live up to the image That she would want me to be But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a Ki I never wanted to be a G But n***as depend on me It ain't safe to hit I-10 So n***as spend wit me And all the n***as that I went to school wit Got cool wit, went to fool wit I dealt selling that white sh** Pushing c**aine, n***as holding pistols Dependant on the game What ya want me to do, it's like somebody cut my throat Got $20, 000, trying to turn it to a hundred And ain't nobody got no dough So n***as tend to smoke, bad habits do exist And this b**h think that she can ease my mind By s**ing my dick b**h maybe for a minute but that sh** never lasts In 1996 n***as is dying from laying on that a** First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you wonder why young n***as out there smoking fry I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime But if I told you that n***a you know that I be lying And I've been f**ing p**y since the tender age of nine It's getting to be a full-time job just trying to stay alive And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke coming off my shirt But still I puts in work and front for my folks Cause where I come from n***a, family just ain't no joke Now D be getting married, and Edgar on the boat But what about Baby Doe, some say that n***a's selling dope And you know that I ain't lying, that just how family talk But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork And everybody sitting in the pulpit ain't saved Most preachers are false prophets f**ing hoes and getting paid I'm looking for the [Hook] Hi Life We living that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life... mmmmmmmmmm) We living that hi life... mmmmmmmmmmm [Verse 2: Bun B] You only got one life to live That's all they give you to do it You could bullsh** your way through it Or stay true, it can be complicated cause n***as Be getting shot in the cross People and names get lost The feeble and lame get tossed The streets'll eat your a** alive Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody Don't survive the dusk to see dawn It's treacherous how we was left to die On the streets that we be on Motherf**ers sleeping on them corners that you pee on Probably cause society felt they didn't belong Now who in the f** made it this way for us Got all these little n***as slanging that yay Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable So how can I sustain a full life before d**h Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham Living off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off that slab Cause poverty will push a n***a over that brink Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge So instead of being without, I'm hustling Trying to get through these ungodly days Thinking of ways to get the f** outta this maze A man will committ a crime cause a f**ing crime pays I'm going through a phase you don't grow out Until there's a reason a mother f**ers gots to pour out His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind But still sometimes he don't know why He walking around just hoping He can get one more try to make it It's bullsh** he going through, but yo, he gots to take it You can't fake it, to get that hi life [Hook] Hi Life We living that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life... mmmmmmmmmm) We living that hi life... mmmmmmmmmmm