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Текст песни The Click - Life

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[Verse 1]It`s the first of the month and my beeper is blowingI can`t stop cause my cash is flowingI`m baggin` em` up bustin` em` down quicklyCause I got five brothers waitin` on me at Thrifty`sI`m in the other bucket on the late night pursuitWith two kis and and forty ounce of brewI ain`t trippin` cause my tags are legitAh shit, now them tats is on my tipSo I drops my brew, what the fuck am I to do (Pass the street to shake that fool)So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden GateAnd threw these motherfuckin` kis in the lake[Verse 2]Guess who comes through, it`s a foolI gat tapped that ass, red dog, and booWe kicks it on the Hill everydaySlangin` rocks with glocks now we gots to get paidThe street life`s how I`m livin` and the po-po tryin` to get meBut they can`t catch up to a motherfuckin` phillyThat`s how I`m livin` in the dayBut when it comes night I packs a forty and an AKWaitin` for some punk to jump so I can start to popAnd put some motherfuckin` holes in his dropThe watch his ass grasp, then I laughHe shouldn`t have last so I taxed his punk ass[Chorus]Street life, because there`s no place I can goStreet life, it`s the only life I knowStreet life, there`s a thousand lives a dayStreet life, until you play your life away[Verse 3]A young brother in the game with my fame and gloryI`m really down for my pops and the hardcore storiesMandatory is my money, ya best believeBecause I`m rollin` through ya town with gold tone D`sLookin` clean with my mug on meanBut in the ghetto it ain`t nothin` but dope fiendsI pull up on the turf not thinkin` of gettin` burntWith a nine in the trunk it ain`t gon` be no funkSerious about my mail, don`t give a fuck about a jail cellBecause I post bail and all hell breaks looseCause I got juice, though it seems to meIn reality the other man is out to get me[Verse 4]Forever on the run, that shit ain`t funnyAnd I ain`t never heard of no extra moneyThe ninety-eight cents, no food for lessI send a dope fiend to steal my GuessThe ghettos of a way where the players starWhere white men won`t, where white kids won`tThey say it ain`t cool and it`s bad for they healthAnd if ya hit magazine then break ya selfCause that`s the rules man and don`t ask whyEither you slang, gangbang, or dieMy only concern is to striveFucked up around in the street life[Chorus][Verse 5]The reason I ain`t do eighteen yet, checkIs because I got people praying for me, betI pays my ties even though the money`s filthyDon`t wanna go to church because I feel guiltyThe way of the street life is really quite scaryThinkin` tomorrow man I might get marriedSo when I leave my pad I grab mt glockAnd my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dockOn the gooch pal, I won`t be caught out of boundsCan`t let these fools stop my lifeSo I strive, I might be about one eightBut in the mind I more like twenty eightI see the po-po poppin` the brothers droppin`Niggaz plottin` and children starvin`All this shit in my faceI gotta get up out of this placeThe middle of V ain`t enough seeA nigga feel like I gotta sell DI share a room with six little brothersThree to a bed fightin` over coversThe crack of dawn, I read the paperA Jewish old lady said a nigga raped herThe finger always points at the black manBut not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans[Chorus]

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