Текст песни Sinister - Life of a Sinner
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(Verse 1)Wakin up was the first task of the dayI don`t know why but I just feel this wayBecause the life that I lead is tragerousI think today I`ll go out and jack for a lexus or somethingMaybe do a little bumpinOr go out and kick it at a party that`s jumpinNaw, fuck itI think I get a fat sack of that chronicAnd kick it with the homie Fat RatNow I`m on a mission for a sack to popHopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spotWent to a house that looked like it was damn nearAnd bought a sack from the JamaicansNow I`m ready to get high and get some vaporsStopped at the liquor store bought some papersZig-Zags baby nothing but the bestAny other kind of papers who`s made for smokin stressScooped up Bat Rat fired up a dub sackRolled up the window so I can get a contactI had the Reager straight servinAnd the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzinI`m feelin pretty good it was some propper shitHumped in a backer corner and bumped a propper bitchAnd get happy when I roll upI got the bitches in my neighbourhood straight sewed upI bumped a bitch named Rochelle She wanted to get me some pussy cause she was in love with my pony tailsThat`s not the only thing she`s seein meBitches ain`t got no choice but to love a muthafuckin GWe Hooked up ?? then I said see you laterAnd it was time to go jack for me some paperI got a victim in sight I`ll take his life for a stripe and his money for my appetite(Chorus)Livin the life of a sinner(Verse 2)I really don`t try to commit any sinsI just wanna have a good time with my friendsBut sometimes it don`t work rightCause some crazy shit happens almost every nightIt might have to be a throw down or show downAnd I`ma be on your ass just like a bloodhoundBut then again it might be another dub raidOr maybe a couple of niggas that got they ass sprayedBut whatever it is I`m up Be quick to pull a strap on your assFor whatever kinda shit they kicks187`s 211`s Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawnAs a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the cornerHe`s not from the hood so his money is a gonerI pull my strap and then I attack from the backGimme your money muthafucka you`re gettin jackedJust like that went back to the bozackBumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sackHe`s not only my friendHe`s my brother so I hugged and kicked the door inWe got the bozack and made a getawayI`m gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn greyAnd get the muggiez go home and eat dinnerHit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner(Chorus)Livin the life of a sinner