Оригинален текст
Yo picture me rollin like pac in a drop gold double r
women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs, duckin em slugs
dealin wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus
associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas
convicts, thugs and drug dealers
cop killas, and drug lords stackin 8 figures
quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin in the river
we gorillas in this jungle collectin mad skrilla
bankin on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends
from a land where everybody gotta fend for themselves
half of the mommies doin 25 to life in a cell
seems like we dwell in the pits of hell wit no bail
chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
and what do i profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales
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livin the street life
crystal, drugs and crushed ice
hangin wit plays who plain hiest and roll dice
in casinos like bugsy siegal
we outlaws forever livin illegal
tha street life