This Is The Life
[Chorus: Sam Bostic]
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
[Verse 1: E-40]
OOOUH!, I’m lookin' at it from the inside lookin' out, not the outside lookin' in
Sittin' here writing with my pen, wondering who really my friend
If I die today, will they try to get at my broad, my bitch?
On some old double back and I always had eyes for her type of shit?
Ain't no tellin', that's what Willie told Nelson
Don’t nothin' surprise me or amaze me these days, it’s crazy
I survived and made it through the sickest and toughest times: the '80s
The crack epidemic, hubba heads and droamers
Smoking coke outta TV antennas and blood donors
When it was organized game, not organized lame
When niggas had some real reasons to put some change on yo' brain
When we practically lived on I-5 on our way to La La Land
To re-cop and re-up during the drought season
This beat tremble (Tremble), throbbing the trunk (Throbbing the trunk)
I'm sitting in the car rollin' a beela blunt (Rollin' a beela blunt)
Right hand on my thump in case they think I’m a cunt
California didn’t raise no punk, BIATCH!
[Chorus: Sam Bostic]
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
[Interlude: E-40]
Let me touch down on some real subjects, mayne
You know a lot of people goin' through this, man
Touch down, man
[Verse 2: E-40]
We tryna get off mortgage loans, y'all tell us to stop makin' payments
Black people been hoodwinked and bamboozled, denied of modifications
Get set up for foreclosure then y'all take it over
Now we sleepin' in our cars, mayne, that ain't kosher
They say we gotta do better, so I'ma take it there
Can’t afford health care but can afford hair
And a new pair of Jordans, probably got two pair
Designer rims, tires, and a spare
We got our priorities fucked up but that’s life
You in the books, I'm on the ave shooting dice
Wanna move my kids up out the hood and spoil 'em rotten
But in the suburbs they got drugs like Oxycotin
I got one foot on my pulpit, the other one on the block
One hand on the Bible, the other one on my Glock
I'm wondering how much time that God got left on my clock
Before I'm chillin' up in thug mansion with my potna 2Pac
UGH!
[Chorus: Sam Bostic]
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
This is the life
All of the things we both go through
This is the life
All of the things we both go through