Deda - How I'm Livin’ lyrics
[Deda - How I'm Livin’ lyrics]
Yeah, one time for your mind
The original, baby pa
Hit ya with the dopeness check it out
I walk into the joint
With mad peeps who creep me
Get me in the mood to fill
The atmosphere we in there
So now it's time for us to check the scenery
Here it is square biz like Teena Marie
Tap the jacket, the jeans, and the ankles
Make sure that I’m sliding in
The door gun free
Eventually, getting into things as
The time passes
Scooping all the honeys with the fat asses
Just comfortably, see, original style
Timbalands on my feet
Stomping grounds give me second rounds
In town, a ride or bounce, peep the sound
Baby Pa takes the crown
And the pitcher’s mound
Wake up and smell the coffee, I’m awfully
Precise with the punches smoking
Boom and the afternoon
Pay attention to the vibes I be giving
Bright like a prism
Cuz this is how I’m livin’
Fellas grab ya honeys, ladies hold on tight
Its baby Pa y’all on the rise to the top
Til the people gonna rock ya don’t stop
It feels great hanging out late
Cuz all day I was chillin like
A villain around the way
The females on a scale from 1 to 10
I take a chicken thirsty for a good sticking
On a mission for cream, cunts and blunts
Drinks and diamonds at the bar, never smiling
The attitude is rude
I getcha girl in the mood
Because I’m shrewd when I’m wildin’
Lay back, like on an island somewhere
With the hottest goddess
Running her fingers through my hair
Yeah, yeah, crystal clear, for your pleasure
My rap is like a map, flowing to the treasure
Trendsetter, much flavor to the letter
Tommy Gibbs breaking ribs
Godfather with the kids
Pay attention to the rhymes I be kicking
Surprise without a ribbon
This is how I’m livin’
Proper, stopper, real hip hopper
Flipping lids over beats
Freestyling at the track meet
So remain in ya seats because it’s three-peat
But my name ain’t Jordan
And my flow is far from boring
Its enduring, soaring over slouches
Rolling the boom in back rooms on couches
In houses, lounging under ACs with ladies
Laying down a lyrical foreplay by FCJ
So bear witness, the mental fitness
Who can get with this, new jack apprentice
So I’m about to set it
With the ultra magnetic
Funk to be sweated, in bed in heads
Better recognize, and all of the tough guys
Catch slugs from the magic world thugs
So pay attention to the
Message that I’m sending
Mad rules I’m bending, this is how I’m livin’
The original, baby pa
Hit ya with the dopeness check it out
I walk into the joint
With mad peeps who creep me
Get me in the mood to fill
The atmosphere we in there
So now it's time for us to check the scenery
Here it is square biz like Teena Marie
Tap the jacket, the jeans, and the ankles
Make sure that I’m sliding in
The door gun free
Eventually, getting into things as
The time passes
Scooping all the honeys with the fat asses
Just comfortably, see, original style
Timbalands on my feet
Stomping grounds give me second rounds
In town, a ride or bounce, peep the sound
Baby Pa takes the crown
And the pitcher’s mound
Wake up and smell the coffee, I’m awfully
Precise with the punches smoking
Boom and the afternoon
Pay attention to the vibes I be giving
Bright like a prism
Cuz this is how I’m livin’
Fellas grab ya honeys, ladies hold on tight
Its baby Pa y’all on the rise to the top
Til the people gonna rock ya don’t stop
It feels great hanging out late
Cuz all day I was chillin like
A villain around the way
The females on a scale from 1 to 10
I take a chicken thirsty for a good sticking
On a mission for cream, cunts and blunts
Drinks and diamonds at the bar, never smiling
The attitude is rude
I getcha girl in the mood
Because I’m shrewd when I’m wildin’
Lay back, like on an island somewhere
With the hottest goddess
Running her fingers through my hair
Yeah, yeah, crystal clear, for your pleasure
My rap is like a map, flowing to the treasure
Trendsetter, much flavor to the letter
Tommy Gibbs breaking ribs
Godfather with the kids
Pay attention to the rhymes I be kicking
Surprise without a ribbon
This is how I’m livin’
Proper, stopper, real hip hopper
Flipping lids over beats
Freestyling at the track meet
So remain in ya seats because it’s three-peat
But my name ain’t Jordan
And my flow is far from boring
Its enduring, soaring over slouches
Rolling the boom in back rooms on couches
In houses, lounging under ACs with ladies
Laying down a lyrical foreplay by FCJ
So bear witness, the mental fitness
Who can get with this, new jack apprentice
So I’m about to set it
With the ultra magnetic
Funk to be sweated, in bed in heads
Better recognize, and all of the tough guys
Catch slugs from the magic world thugs
So pay attention to the
Message that I’m sending
Mad rules I’m bending, this is how I’m livin’