Текст песни 2Pac - Good Life
2Pac - Good Life слова песни
[2Pac]I was so money orientated, initiated as a thugFiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I wasPicture a nigga on the verge of livin insaneI sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bangNow tell if I`m wrongbut sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songsDrinkin `til I earl, spendin money `til it`s goneIt`s the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin onNow maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn`t have to slang crackAddicted to the game, so obviously we came strappedPlease forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitchBad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin thisLord have mercy it`s a slaughterSo wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it`s waterI learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fightsBut I`m a baller now, nigga, I live the good life[Chorus]This is the good life, fuck my foesGod bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseand live the good life, cause thug niggaz don`t dieWe live the good life, fuck my foesGod bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseand live the good life, cause thug niggaz don`t die[Big Syke]No one knows what the, future holds, but youHaha.. listen closeThey say reach in yo` heart and you`ll find your mindEvery day in the streets, got my foresight blindMy after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foeJust a nigga or a killer I don`t know sowho makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I`m goneSend me home all alone in these cold streetsIn desperation constantly drinkin and I can`t sleepNeck deep strugglin tryin to surviveSOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prizeLet me modify this whole regionI declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reasonwhy I should change, into a softie.. after living so loftilyIt cost me my soul out of control in a devil`s worldMe, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life![Chorus][E.D.I.]I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flightgon` finally catch me, it`s the good life, can you hear me?Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake upLast night we off the hook, doin way too muchBut it`s the fast lane only, big dealin big ceilingAll for the money, some kill some squealAll for the money, most ain`t even realbut we still call `em homies, now what the fuck is that?Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the gameI watch `em all plot and fall while we come up and gainOutlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us cominBetter start to get to runnin `fore my click get to gunninStill in the midst of all the stress and painI`m still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life[Chorus] - 2X (w/ minor variations)