[Chorus - Scar] Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand
[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit But y'all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin brand new It's time to reinvent again and win again So can you, put on that loop Split the blunt and food And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group We outlast and outclass these vagabonds Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton See my medicine, as an adolescent one was Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from And What I have become is a major fact that one They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude Smoke the blunt and eat your food
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[Break - Scar] You sit and wonder 'bout it You hope and wish you got it You try your best to hide it You'll have to keep from cryin (Ain't life grand) One day your on a high then Next day you wished you died Folks hate it when you're ballin They'd rather see you gone
[Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] This is me man I just bust, I don't adjust much To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff On the hush hush, they'll never touch us Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt putt I'm in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up One OC 8, oh makes me a whole entirely different type of a-hole Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow Motherfuckin load the devil thing like it swoll Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday Bubba K'll never sway, born and bred in GA I love Troy but it never was no play It's like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn't (find ya, ho)
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[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] In conclusion Listen to me when I'm talkin to you young fella It's fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella I'll probably never be a number one seller Might of been beige, but I never was yella And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella As in light skin, I just mean the type when The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin Oh yeah, I will go there Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear My hand across the face, when I put it on there I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues You never did like me, but you had to pretend to Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch)
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[Outro - Scar] Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
