Lyrics: E-40. Lifestyles.

Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle
Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray
Turf tight, soil block warrior from the avenue
Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you

Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew
Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug
A hooligan a heathen wolverine
Everybody on my team got a triple beam

Tossin' candy to the dope fiends
Million dollar spot, million dollar dreams
Four or five different colored techa-marines
Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones

Plushed out SUV's smokin' Leprechaun
Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up
Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'
Talking to the operator on my OnStar system

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath
Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive

When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin' like its goin' out of style
Mo' beef than a cow speakin' ebonics
Evonics and broken English from Venus

Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses
From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys
From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota
In the back for a hubble rock or crack

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch
See what it is I want the po-pos to think that
I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks
I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs

If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes
But check for traps and clues nobody's playin' by the rules anymore
Not even the people that made 'em up
My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty

Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal
Mostly all my folks is dead or locked away in jail
Speakin' about some people that I miss
Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith

Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe
And OG dead brother Fab the big homie
Hillside representin' this to the fullest
And all my folks locked down pullin' bullets

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews
Which of [Incomprehensible] burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters