Nas, 54th Platoon, Nate Dogg - Good Life lyrics

(All star baby) young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me
(All day, everyday) livin' the good life
Good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)

Sure as the world is turnin' round and round
(Shit is real yo)
There's these niggas, bitches
Snitches tryin' to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I don't know why I mention
And if I don't pay no attention I'm cool
(Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)

Those who trippin' slippin' listen
We ain't stoppin' now (Can't stop)
We won't even pause, y'all can lick my balls
(Bitches)
We livin' the good life, good life, good life
(Livin' the good life baby)

Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me
(Still, still, still) livin' the good life
Good life uh huh good life
(We livin' the life)

It ain't nothin' but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it
I'mma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y'all niggas is late
See it's big face, big livin'
Big dogs and big pimpin'
Game played with nothin' but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin' cause they on the outside
Wishin' they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin' all black tinted
With the niggas who'll bring it to ya brain
If it's fuckin' with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain
This winner reign but now it's high tech out
Here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin' the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club
Straight to the plane

Yo, yo, yo pass you cowards
Classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I'm stormin' with lead showers
And I'm murderous
Common is formerly Nastradamous
I'm goin' for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit
Wish I was hittin'
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin' wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec
Hand on my tec in front the White House
My ice out demandin' respect
Braveheartin' to the grave darlin'
Wavin' my sterling
From out the black Bentley it's off
Spray till y'all fallin'
East to West Coast ballin'
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up
Dimes in the cut
Sizin' us up, y'all wanna fuck
Gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life
Still chronic it up