The Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg, Ludacris - Living the Life lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg, Ludacris - Living the Life lyrics]
To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand
The alcholic man inject a tall can in his
Blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker
(huh?) i like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap ah
You know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter
And If I ever fall in love
I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
She try to front
Then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
(Why you wannaplay games on me?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggas on that
Real blood spill shit
My rappin' tactics, are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree
You better be
Filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
It's clear to see that
I'm the motherfuckin' man
I done learned from the
Best of em Took the first slot
Niggas still second guessin' em
Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes
I'm not stresin' em'
Outlastin' a bunch of 'em
Outflowed the rest of em'
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could
Miss me with that bullshit
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
I'm rich
Bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah
And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggas
That don't know no better
King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog
Ain't no one fuckin' wit me
They runnin' back
You think I had TJ Duckett wit me
That's cause I throw it like Vick
From the yard line menage a trois
It's safe to say I'm havin' hard times
To my nigga Chopper dot
With the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters cocked
Cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D
Brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitchin', nephew
Why you tellin' me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be on
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game
And it's a diry shame i ain't flippin' out
That's probably why I'm dippin' out
Ya'll fools trippin' out
That why I'm on a different route
Now, makin' money, havin' clout
What's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat's a stain on a nigga
I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang
Young nigga I'm livin' the life!
The alcholic man inject a tall can in his
Blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker
(huh?) i like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap ah
You know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter
And If I ever fall in love
I bet I'm fuckin' her
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
She try to front
Then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
(Why you wannaplay games on me?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggas on that
Real blood spill shit
My rappin' tactics, are drastic
Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree
You better be
Filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
It's clear to see that
I'm the motherfuckin' man
I done learned from the
Best of em Took the first slot
Niggas still second guessin' em
Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes
I'm not stresin' em'
Outlastin' a bunch of 'em
Outflowed the rest of em'
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could
Miss me with that bullshit
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
I'm rich
Bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah
And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggas
That don't know no better
King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog
Ain't no one fuckin' wit me
They runnin' back
You think I had TJ Duckett wit me
That's cause I throw it like Vick
From the yard line menage a trois
It's safe to say I'm havin' hard times
To my nigga Chopper dot
With the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters cocked
Cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D
Brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitchin', nephew
Why you tellin' me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be on
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game
And it's a diry shame i ain't flippin' out
That's probably why I'm dippin' out
Ya'll fools trippin' out
That why I'm on a different route
Now, makin' money, havin' clout
What's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat's a stain on a nigga
I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang
Young nigga I'm livin' the life!