Songtext It's my life von Gwen Stefani

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It's my life

(Chorus - David Wade)
Nevermind what I do, stick to you
Let me live, it’s my life
(It’s my life, it’s my life)
It’s what I go through everyday
(I’m just an average man tryna do the best I can)
Nevermind what I do, stick to you
Let me live, it’s my life
(It’s my life, it’s my life)
It’s what I go through everyday

Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know?

I rap about what’s real and what I go through on the daily
It’s crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80’s
I’ve seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it
I can’t stop and I won’t stop until I’m finished
In the 90’s you could find me on Hernandez with the homeboys
Lookin’ out for the chota, livin’ la vida loca
Coete in my pockets, someone always had some fusca
You know how it is, you rollin’ through you keep trucha
Bullets flyin’ I ain’t lyin’, I got hit by one
Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun
We’re never doin’ what we oughta be
Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee
Got shot by a cop in a robbery
And honestly, that part of our lifestyle is unsuitable
Don’t act like you don’t know how it feels to go to a funeral
(Silencio)
That’s how we’re livin’ though
And then we wonder why they look at us like we’re some fuckin’ criminals
You know

Chorus

I never left the pad without shavin’ my head
Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head
Never been to Juvie hall, never been to the pen
But to my homeboys, I’m someone you could depend on
I used to use Crylon to write on fences and walls
Big block, Old English letters standin’ 10 feet tall
United we stand, divided we fall
Tighter than some 1218’s two sizes small
Smile now cry later, fuck it, why cry at all?
And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all
We didn’t do shit, they can’t prove shit and even if they could
You never pulled rat or you’re not welcomed back to the hood
You’re known as no good, that’s how it was, that’s how it is
Fuck your predicament get your ass killed for that shit
You don’t believe me? I don’t care if you do, or if you don’t
I’m just sayin’ what the fuck I’ve been through
And it’s no joke

Chorus

I get the smallest wires, wrap ‘em with the smallest tires
Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires
I get higher to inspire rhymes
Say some shit to inquire minds and make sure they admire mine
Make ‘em wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine
I’m a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time
It’s all the same, ain’t nothing changed, it’s still this style of mine
Neighborhood music, talkin’ about how we do shit, we cruise it
We sometimes lose it and act foolish but who doesn’t?
Cause a ruckus, fuck it, that’s what you’re stuck with
Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go
They ask me where I’m goin’, shit I dunno
Around the town, see who’s around, see who’s down
To get a twelve pack and a pound
I’m lookin’ for the answer at the bottom of a bottle
It’s just my luck I gots no luck
No California Lotto

Chorus

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Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know?

I rap about what’s real and what I go through on the daily
It’s crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80’s
I’ve seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it
I can’t stop and I won’t stop until I’m finished
In the 90’s you could find me on Hernandez with the homeboys
Lookin’ out for the chota, livin’ la vida loca
Coete in my pockets, someone always had some fusca
You know how it is, you rollin’ through you keep trucha
Bullets flyin’ I ain’t lyin’, I got hit by one
Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun
We’re never doin’ what we oughta be
Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee
Got shot by a cop in a robbery
And honestly, that part of our lifestyle is unsuitable
Don’t act like you don’t know how it feels to go to a funeral
(Silencio)
That’s how we’re livin’ though
And then we wonder why they look at us like we’re some fuckin’ criminals
You know

Chorus

I never left the pad without shavin’ my head
Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head
Never been to Juvie hall, never been to the pen
But to my homeboys, I’m someone you could depend on
I used to use Crylon to write on fences and walls
Big block, Old English letters standin’ 10 feet tall
United we stand, divided we fall
Tighter than some 1218’s two sizes small
Smile now cry later, fuck it, why cry at all?
And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all
We didn’t do shit, they can’t prove shit and even if they could
You never pulled rat or you’re not welcomed back to the hood
You’re known as no good, that’s how it was, that’s how it is
Fuck your predicament get your ass killed for that shit
You don’t believe me? I don’t care if you do, or if you don’t
I’m just sayin’ what the fuck I’ve been through
And it’s no joke

Chorus

I get the smallest wires, wrap ‘em with the smallest tires
Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires
I get higher to inspire rhymes
Say some shit to inquire minds and make sure they admire mine
Make ‘em wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine
I’m a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time
It’s all the same, ain’t nothing changed, it’s still this style of mine
Neighborhood music, talkin’ about how we do shit, we cruise it
We sometimes lose it and act foolish but who doesn’t?
Cause a ruckus, fuck it, that’s what you’re stuck with
Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go
They ask me where I’m goin’, shit I dunno
Around the town, see who’s around, see who’s down
To get a twelve pack and a pound
I’m lookin’ for the answer at the bottom of a bottle
It’s just my luck I gots no luck
No California Lotto

Chorus