(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
