T.I. - Wildside lyrics

Smoking weed Riding chrome Only thing I've ever known Walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives Swaggin' ki's Spraying K's Every day we getting paid To walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood And come spend a day in my trap Get your paper right And that yey some good But you keep a tool in your lap My lil patna holding that work n***a won't wait to keep around bay Been that violator on my turf n***a just stage dive like that (Hey, no) Investigation no stating this No witnesses, we ain't seen sh** Pull up after dawg With that Guru on To come see a b**h That way he get it We on dawg, bro, we know street lights That pills to play at the fist fights N'em get much to walk all night We made crack pipe trying to get right Midnight we shoot dykes The whole house smell like concrete You beat me, and you talk sh** You get shot b**h, and I took that Hoodrats on there, they loud as all I blow This sh** to you might sound wild But this life is all I know Smoking weed Riding chrome Only thing I've ever known Walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives Swaggin' ki's Spraying K's Every day we getting paid To walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives (Hey) Can you pitch me back in 93' Bumpin' it out with Dre While I hit some weed Cut school, make ten G Thirteen, trying to get ki At fifteen, I'm a full-grown Get wrong, get bust on My uncle gave me a bunch of work And that sh** were gone by the near morning You wild n***a runnin' with me I'm a sigh when under her Dear body with none to see That pills to play, with Jeff under her I were 19 with two felonies One of my best friend have a life sentence And my other friend, would you light me Having bought your pot, we're no longer living All about that c**aine deal And no education, no pot to piss in Old school, on chrome wheel We entertain it, pills stay hidden That's the sh** that I come from In my heart, fear ain't none Stand tall, I can't run from That wildside, that I smoke on Smoking weed Riding chrome Only thing I've ever known Walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives Swaggin' ki's Spraying K's Every day we getting paid To walk on the wildside Welcome to our lives (Uh) (Yeah) All I ever did was pit on On my old friend tryin' to get on Shorty fell out, making these songs Never talk down when I get home n***a's the type of n***a you can sh** on Unexpose, brick chrome Guard body, big bone That's hard body, Jim Jones n***a's know the sound on how we switch on him Spend a while out when the tips on Better make a toast, n***a, tip home First get the bread, then get going From the land of the land where they spit chrome With most kids never get to live long Get their pistols, get pissed on Pistolwhipped and shipped, homie Left for a minute and they switched on me Caught them talking down, tryna b**h on me And they snitch on me They got sh**, on me So my guess is d**h is what they wish, on me Blowing on them candles