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- Sinister - Life of a Sinner Lyrics
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- (Verse 1)
- Wakin up was the first task of the day
- I don't know why but I just feel this way
- Because the life that I lead is tragerous
- I think today I'll go out and jack for a lexus or something
- Maybe do a little bumpin
- Or go out and kick it at a party that's jumpin
- Naw, fuck it
- I think I get a fat sack of that chronic
- And kick it with the homie Fat Rat
- Now I'm on a mission for a sack to pop
- Hopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spot
- Went to a house that looked like it was damn near
- And bought a sack from the Jamaicans
- Now I'm ready to get high and get some vapors
- Stopped at the liquor store bought some papers
- Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best
- Any other kind of papers who's made for smokin stress
- Scooped up Bat Rat fired up a dub sack
- Rolled up the window so I can get a contact
- I had the Reager straight servin
- And the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzin
- I'm feelin pretty good it was some propper shit
- Humped in a backer corner and bumped a propper bitch
- And get happy when I roll up
- I got the bitches in my neighbourhood straight sewed up
- I bumped a bitch named Rochelle
- She wanted to get me some pussy
- cause she was in love with my pony tails
- That's not the only thing she's seein me
- Bitches ain't got no choice but to love a muthafuckin G
- We Hooked up ?? then I said see you later
- And it was time to go jack for me some paper
- I 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 sins
- I just wanna have a good time with my friends
- But sometimes it don't work right
- Cause some crazy shit happens almost every night
- It might have to be a throw down or show down
- And I'ma be on your ass just like a bloodhound
- But then again it might be another dub raid
- Or maybe a couple of niggas that got they ass sprayed
- But whatever it is I'm up
- Be quick to pull a strap on your ass
- For whatever kinda shit they kicks
- 187's 211's
- Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn
- As a sucker punk jumps sellin crack on the corner
- He's not from the hood so his money is a goner
- I pull my strap and then I attack from the back
- Gimme your money muthafucka you're gettin jacked
- Just like that went back to the bozack
- Bumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sack
- He's not only my friend
- He's my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in
- We got the bozack and made a getaway
- I'm gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn grey
- And get the muggiez go home and eat dinner
- Hit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner
- (Chorus)
- Livin the life of a sinner
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