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- Sinister Life of a Sinner 歌詞
- Sinister
- Wakin up was the first task of the day
I dont know why but I just feel this way
Because the life that I lead is treacherous
I think today Ill go out and jack for a lexus or something
Maybe do a little bumpin
Or go out and kick it at a party thats jumpin
Naw, **** it
I think I get a fat sack of that chronic
And kick it with the homie Fat Rat
Now Im 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 Im 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 whos 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
Im 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
Thats not the only thing shes seein me
******* aint 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
Ill 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 dont try to commit any sins
I just wanna have a good time with my friends
But sometimes it dont work right
Cause some crazy **** happens almost every night
It might have to be a throw down or show down
And Imma 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 Im up
Be quick to pull a strap on your ass
For whatever kinda **** they kicks
187s 211s
Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn
As a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the corner
Hes 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 youre gettin jacked
Just like that went back to the bozack
Bumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sack
Hes not only my friend
Hes my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in
We got the bozack and made a getaway
Im 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 thelife
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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