Текст песни The 7A3 - That`s How We`re Livin`
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[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium`89 Benzes, guess who`s steerin em?Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crewThey`re puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brewDoin 120 in the car laneGirl in every lap, cause that`s the name of the gameDestination - come on, you know where we`re goinDon`t get the wrong idea, nobody`s gigolo`inWe arrived, but what we did I cannot tellCouldn`t play it on the air, cause it`s kinky as hellWhen the boys come together, we do the wild thingBirds and bees, birds sing as the bees stingScreams of passion, voice is goin hoarseRight in that butt with crazy forceIn the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheekSlam the door shut as I enter the streetsThat`s how I`m livinYo, that`s how I`m livin[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]Always on the move since the age of the childTo keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyleLive, love and laugh from dawn to dustEvery day is a new day, to conquer is a mustAsk me any questions and I take the fifthNot sayin where we been, or who we`re hangin withMy posse`s lurkin in the heat of the nightLook into the eyes and you never see frightTreated like superstars, lifestyle bizarreRidin limos, and never drive a carAte seafood, hate burgers and friesThen we trick a little, but I never tell liesWake up a 12 and hit the studioLater on tonight we`ll be filmin the videoPick up a check at the end of the dayAnd then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta playThat`s how I`m livinYo MuggsTell these muthafuckas how we`re livin( *Grandmixer Muggs cutting* )For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I`m sayin?Brooklyn in effect[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]Like The Enforcer named Frank NittySee the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the cityCaviar dreams, champagne wishesMakin love to high class bitchesTake you how you want it, cause we are what we areMakin millions, but on the faces no scarsYou`re rollin with a posse, they seem to make you bolderTalkin mess lookin over your shoulderDon`t worry `bout a thing, you won`t get snuffedWe pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushedSee, I live on the street, never carry a nineHit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshineGet ill as shit, shootin celoGot so much money, think I`m sellin by the kiloI ain`t with it, everybody sells drugsLeft it in the past, we`re educated thugsYoung (young) with an innocent lookLook at the cover, but never judge a bookJust 3, we don`t gangbangFlip your heads and make your bells ringSo yo, Muggs, tell em what we`re givinCause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I`m livin