Ya Boy - The Life lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house) Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house Steady movin' packs out I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house) Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house [Hook: London] If your life (if your life) Is like mine (is like mine) You will grind (you will grind) You will shine (you will shine) I get mine (I get mine) Day and night (day and night) Do it feel (do it feel), oversized (oversized) Livin' the life, uh, uh The life, uh, uh [X3] Livin' the life, uh, uh The life, uh, uh [X3] [Verse 1: Ya Boy] Yeah, we used to be like, damn we need more s*uts Now we feelin' ourselves like, they can't afford us I never toured much, now I got a tour bus Wife beater rock star rockin' with ya boy Yuk Uck! Look like the bay in the building Banana clips whole bunch of Ks in the building n***a don't worry about gettin' grazed in the building Bodies drop, souls gettin' raised in the building Ooops, did I go off subject? I ain't mean to, sometime my brain just does that Honestly I feel it's the result of gettin' money Ever since I got my money, feel like everybody want me But how could I ever forget that everybody loves me Got the whole west coast ready to ride for me So n***a, you get mad and Imma get paid You see, I make b**hes, and you just b**h made [Hook] [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Okay! It's Yuk! I get paper, while you player haters stay broke White S-550 you could go to space, walk All black Barre Ta, leave you wetter than a rain coat Comin' for that cheddar like that wells-fargo stage coach Bank role, bank role, k**ers on that pay role Lost in that hate smoke, boss in the Range Rove Box full of legos, pot full of prego Yayo like rave 4, ballin' out like mayo Every single weekend, catch me on the road New city, new shows, new money, new hoes New row, bottles poppin' outside new rows Ride, drive, head, Phantom suicide two doors Condo and no ho the team get more dough And on the D-low I don't give a f** about no ho Packs of that dough dough Bricks for the low low Trunks full of ice cubes, playin' with a yo yo [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Yeah! I remember just sittin' in that strap house Should I say the crack house Steady movin' packs out At the table with the Ks and the macs out Work on the table, got that fire, you can ask 'round Yeah, but now a n***a rappin' now Hit the road for 40 days then I'm back in town Do it big like Godzilla, if God willing I get billions, come back and buy buildings Yeah, on the grind for me and my children We gotta eat cause being broke's a cold feeling Two stories, money stacked to both ceilings Skydiving, rock climbing, and boat trailing Tryin' to take from me, I gotta smoke melons Bust the head of witness, boy, there's no tellin' Yeah, the way that I'm shinin' got my foes jealous Yeah, my money retarded, n***a, I'm so special [Outro: London] Livin' the life, uh, uh The life, uh, uh [X3] Livin' the life, uh, uh The life, uh, uh [X3]