A. Samuels – Livin De Life Lyrics

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[Intro]
Livin de life
A. Samuels
Newark, New Jersey
Bringing it home

[Hook: x2]
Yo I'm livin de life
Yo I'm livin de life
And if you ain't with it, shorty, then you part of the hype

[Verse 1]
Player's on the hardwood, golfer's on the green
Cat's making big papers, I got bitches in between
Doctor's on call, gangsters that fall
I got lawyers that draw up papers for us all, yo I'm

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Bringing home the paper to the family to the wife
But I ask them this question, “Are they livin de life?”
Yo I ask them this question, “Are they livin de life?”
Yo I ask them this question, “Are they livin de life?”

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 2]
It ain’t about black, yo, it ain’t about white
It ain’t even about folks creeping in to the night
It ain’t about the Asians and it ain’t about the Jews
It ain’t about the Christians, Muslims, yo fools
It’s all about the paper, power, livin de life

And if you ain’t with it shorty than you’re part of the hype
The cash system is what it is from the days of old
To today’s time that are fast that are bold
To the way that *we* live, and the way that *we* roll
And the way that *we* flow
G4's, big Benzes and the jewelry and the cash
And if you ain’t got it, girl, don’t let your world crash
Because I’m livin de life
Yo I’m livin de life
And if you ain’t with it shorty then you’re part of the hype

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3]
I know business men that got it, I know bitches that are cruel
Politicians seem to think that they can overrule
Big city suburbs, island in the streets
Which one is yours shorty baby don’t go down in defeat
Yo look up now, before it’s too late
Do your thing get out of the gate

Like a fast horse or educated player on a bike
Get out there brother and, yo, live de life
I love to know people with money that are young
Regular people that won’t talk 'til I’m done
People that can hoop, that can holler with spice
I ask you my brother, “Do they live de life?”
I spit lyrics for the brothers that got paper that got cash
For the poor with religion, no paper no stash
Chess players, rooks, pawns, kings and queens
Yeah we all must die but live your life in between
For you player that’s rolling living life on the go
For the sweeties at home who got kids on the low
To the people that protect us from the maniacs that infect us
The world is in a struggle, yo it’s all up in a fight
Don’t give up, don’t give up yo live de life

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 4]
Yo casino is good it got me out of the hood
Now I’m livin de life just like I knew that I would
I was Brand Ernesto suits and vests
I was bringing in ballers only the best
From MJ, Ivy, Shaq and A.I
The bosses looked at me and said, “Damn you fly.”

[Hook: x2]

[Outro]
I'm livin de life
Yeah they're crazy for this one
Riding in Miami and I’m flying to L.A
And I’m in New York I got something to say

(Yo, this guy's got a twizzem chain, son!)

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