| This life I live like, baby don’t drink like |
| Baby don’t think too much, don’t drive |
| I got here, I can’t even… |
| This life I live like, baby don’t drink like |
| Baby don’t think too much, don’t drive |
| I got here, I can’t even tell my nigga |
| Ain’t a damn thing parked outside |
| Size of my cup, nigga I’m Gucci |
| Sides of my hair, nigga I’m Boosie |
| Nigga burnt out, can’t even catch fire no more |
| Figured it was just a West Side movie |
| But thank God I got my bank, where I keep my heart inside |
| And I keep it far away from all these hoes and flashin' lights |
| I’m like Remy with the whip, I’m not Oprah with these hoes |
| And I keep a snoopy broad because it keep me on my toes |
| We been ridin' for ten exits and I still been in your door |
| We get better by the steps so if I ever let you go |
| Baby you classy, baby you got it |
| Baby you ain’t really 'spossed to do the whole thing |
| Bitch too smart, got lost just fuckin' with a nigga |
| Got tossed cause a nigga couldn’t think |
| This life I live like, baby don’t drink like |
| Baby don’t think too much, don’t drive |
| I got here, I can’t even tell my nigga |
| Ain’t a damn thing parked outside |
| Size of my cup, nigga I’m Gucci |
| Size of my hair, nigga I’m Boosie |
| Nigga burnt out, can’t even catch fire no more |
| Figured it was just a West Side movie |
| I was billin' in the back, I was chillin' in the back |
| Cause I always really wanna be that nigga in the back |
| You don’t live it really, I can show you how to live |
| But I promise I can show a pussy nigga how to act |
| Junked out smokin' from the side door |
| With a bitch I wanted in the eighth grade |
| Hope you got an ass like Nori |
| Hope you pussy niggas never see me |
| This is why I never wanna feed ya |
| Cause I can tell you bitches got a limit |
| I can be subjective 'bout you fuckin' up the highway |
| You fuckin' up the ride, why you fuckin' up the heist? |
| I remember lookin' from the outside |
| I remember workin' up the work day |
| I remember nigga havin' nothin' but my momma |
| And some starter on my mothafuckin' birthday, birthday |
| Baby can I live it like a body? |
| Let my momma smoke it 'til she finish |
| Let a nigga sip it all alone babe |
| It’s been a long day, I’m in a high 10:30 |
| All my niggas tell me that they want it |
| Hope I see my niggas at the finish |
| Let a nigga sip it all alone babe |
| It’s been a long day, I’m in a high 10:30 |
| This life I live like, baby don’t drink like |
| Baby don’t think too much, don’t drive |
| I got here, I can’t even tell my nigga |
| Ain’t a damn thing parked outside |
| Size of my cup, nigga I’m Gucci |
| Size of my hair, nigga I’m Boosie |
| Nigga burnt out, can’t even catch fire no more |
| Figured it was just a West Side movie |
| But thank God I got my bank, where I keep my heart inside |
| And I keep it far away from all these hoes and flashin' lights |
| I’m like Remy with the whip, I’m not Oprah with these hoes |
| And I keep a snoopy broad because it keep me on my toes |
| This life I live like, baby don’t drink like |
| Baby don’t think too much, don’t drive |
| I got here, I can’t even tell my nigga |
| Ain’t a damn thing parked outside |
| Size of my cup, nigga I’m Gucci |
| Size of my hair, nigga I’m Boosie |
| Nigga burnt out, can’t even catch fire no more |
| Figured it was just a West Side movie |