Livin’ That Life Lyrics – Mac Dre

Livin’ That Life Lyrics by Mac Dre

Man, up, up in this m#th*rf#ck*r trippin’, man
Thinkin’ about how it was back in the days, you know
Beat soundin’ kinda cool (Way cool), feelin’ kinda cool (Way cool)
Let me go on and do somethin’ to this though

Check it out
Once upon a time, my 9 stayed in the small of my back
I sold crack and drove a Cadillac (Cadillac)
Shot craps, made snaps on the corner by the stop sign

Strapped with my ‘gnac, dank sack and my Glock 9
Kickin’ it with the homies on the grind for cabbage (Grind for cabbage)
A Double-R soldier, 3C savage (3C savage)
Runnin’ from the ones with the nightsticks

High-speed chasin’ and racin’ in tight sh#t (Tight sh#t)
Back in ’85 sellin’ goop was the sh#t (Goop was the sh#t)
Wasn’t a thing that them fiends wouldn’t do for a hit (Do for a hit)
b#tches sucked dick, n#gg#s rented they cars

While young players like me became street stars (Street stars)
Glued to the track with a sack and a handgun
Steady sweatin’ sales, stoppin’ cars at random (Random)
Runnin’ from the 50, hittin’ fences and hidin’ out

Seven cars deep is how the homies is ridin’ out
(That’s how we was ridin’ out)
House parties pop, stayed packed with hoodrats (Hoodrats)
n#gg#s on the mic, drunk, bustin’ them hood raps (Hood raps)

Hooked on the dank, Thunderbird we drank
Rollin’ in the bucket with the f#cked up paint (f#cked up paint)
24/7 on the hunt for coochie
Sportin’ Troop, Nikes, Fila, and Gucci (Gucci)

Makin’ much money on the dope track
But when the crack slacked then n#gg#s started to jack (n#gg#s started to jack)
Every young n#gg# tryna stay in the mix (Stay in the mix)
Was breakin’ them tricks and cold hittin’ them licks

Jackin’ became the quickest way to make some mail (Make the mail)
But some n#gg#s fell and spent years in jail (Years in jail)
Droppin’ nine in the pen tryna make they chest bigger
Some n#gg#s died gettin’ jacked by the next n#gg#

But that’s the way it goes, you pay the price
When you’re deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you’re livin’ that life
Everybody wants a little something
(When you’re livin’ that life)

Cool but you got to give it all
(When you’re livin’ that life)
‘Cause everything in life has a price, you’re
(When you’re livin’ that life)

Livin’ the life, livin’ the life, livin’ the life, oh
I was against all odds, fresh out the womb
My only hope was to soak game, so I consume
While n#gg#s chilled and parlayed, I learned the hard way (Hard way)

Scuffed and roughed up, the game had scarred Dre
Back in the days, all I knew was the hood and rocks (That’s all I know)
Lookin’ for funk and headed straight for a wooden box (Straight for a wooden box)
Prone to quick cash and gettin’ the grit fast

Never really trippin’ on how long would sh#t last
Earnin’ my ghetto stripes from scraps and ghetto fights
f#ckin’ with hoodrats, them tramps and ghetto types (Ghetto types)
Never givin’ a f#ck, nah, not even sometimes

Just havin’ a fun time, runnin’ from one-time
Trippin’, and wasn’t even peepin’ the sh#t (Peepin’ the sh#t)
Slippin’, and steady gettin’ deep in the sh#t (Deep in the sh#t)
I let the game control me, shape and mold me

Then it treated me coldly, it pimped and hoed me (Pimped and hoed me)
I was sellin’ the crack but not stackin’ a damn thang
And now that I look back, man, it’s a damn shame (Man, it’s a damn shame)
Couldn’t recognize there was game to peep (Game to peep)

The dank had me gone and my brain is sleep (Brain is sleep)
I finally woke up in the federal pen
Broke than a m#th*rf#ck*r beggin’ for ends (Beggin’ for ends)
I was a midget, a small digit — forgotten

Game was stale, my name was rotten
Had life by the #ss, my sh#t was twisted
I thought about the hood and how much I missed it
But the life I was livin’ wasn’t really sh#t (Really sh#t)

I was clockin’ them ends but wasn’t stackin’ a grip (Wasn’t stackin’ a grip)
They had the world thinkin’ I was runnin’ in vaults
I reassessed my thoughts, and proved my faults
And for the next four years, I kicked and waited

Becomin’ top notch while incarcerated
But that’s the way it goes, you pay the price
When you’re deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you’re livin’ that life
Everybody wants a little something

(When you’re livin’ that life)
Cool but you got to give it all
(When you’re livin’ that life)
‘Cause everything in life has a price, you’re

(When you’re livin’ that life)
Livin’ the life, livin’ the life, livin’ the life, oh
Goin’ through it, you know
Livin’ that life

Growin’ up in the hood (All that sh#t), slangin’ that cocaine (All that sh#t)
f#ckin’ with them hoo—, hoochies
Runnin’ from the rollers
Goin’ to juvenile hall, county jail, penitentiary

All that sh#t (Livin’ that life)
But you gotta pay the price, when you’re livin’ that life (Livin’ that life)
If you’re soft, homeboy, think twice
It ain’t nothin’ nice

Got my boy Khayree up in here, man
We just doin’ this shit
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Mac Dre Lyrics – Livin’ That Life

Mac Dre

Livin’ That Life