Life Is 2009

UGK

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    Yeah, see I remember, how it all be-gan
    I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans
    And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow
    No other MC around can go like I go
    I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker
    I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker
    Do I wanna rap or swang on 4's
    Your brother's comin down slammin Cadillac do's
    People tellin me that it's just my time
    They know it's UGK for life and I get down for mine
    14 on the mic and you never seen me play
    Big Dick Cheney and comin straight up outta P.A.
    Port Authur Texas, the land of the trill
    And xxxx your diamonds man these boys a put a gun to your grill
    It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin mayne
    See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it agayn
    Life is...

    [Chorus: Pimp C]
    Too $hort don't you agree?
    While I'm livin my life, don't xxxx with me
    (Life is...) too short, whippin the slab
    Comin down blowin sweets and hurtin hoes on the ave

    I've been crushin these niggaz, me and Bun B
    Been a legend since 1993
    Gimme thirty thousand and I'll serve ya some heat
    I'll write your rhymes, sang the hook, and I'll make ya a beat
    I used to dream about this shit, now my money is legit
    Ain't no mo' ridin up that ten with that xxxx tryin to win
    I let the young whippersnapper take all the risks
    They'll serve a nigga dope and now it's all on a disk
    Keep a bad yella xxxxx and a thick young brown (brown)
    Top dropped down when I'm ridin through the town (town)
    Y'all call 'em trues (trues) we call 'em Vogues (Vogues)
    They call 'em shorties (shawty) we call 'em hoes (hoes)
    Y'all niggaz behind still playin with'cha nose
    I got two matchin Bentleys just bought me a Rolls
    My momma drive a BM and my gul got a Benz
    Watchin life through my rearview I see haters in my lens
    Life is...

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    [Too $hort:]
    Life is too short, that's what I always say
    We wasn't homies last week so don't call me today
    I ain't got nuttin for you, can't loan you shit
    Don't you hate when broke niggaz be on yo' dick~?!
    I can make a lot of money, I know I can
    But the mo' I make, the mo' I spend
    Lot of cash in my pockets just to show my friends
    I can put it in the bank to buy fo' mo' rims
    For my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint
    Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you cain't
    You gotta keep hustlin or you lose it all
    If you choose to ball you pay your dues and fall
    I said xxxx bein broke, if I gotta sell coke
    I'm a rock the xxxx up and raise hell with my folks
    I'll be posted on the block, at night I gotta get mine
    I'll pimp hoes and I do white collar crimes
    Cause life is...

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    [Bun B:]
    Now life is to some people unbearable
    They tellin on they homeboys and that's terrible
    Was it way too much time or nothin big
    Cause if you tell on us, we'll be splittin your wig
    Now my freedom is to me my main asset
    So I'm a keep it 100, and give like I get
    Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that good
    I'm tryin to get rich while I rep for the hood
    See everybody's got that same old dream
    Of big cars, bad xxxxxxx and a mountain of green
    Drive a brand new Bentley, Benzo or a Beem
    But ain't none of that worth tellin on yo' team
    It's on you homeboy, so what'chu gon' do
    You need to take my advice and stop snitchin fool
    Or you can close yo' ears, and run yo' mouth
    But when they catch you homeboy you'll soon find out
    Life is...

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    [Bun B:] Life is...

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    Composition: Brad Jordan, Chad Butler, Todd Shaw, and Randy Jefferson

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