hi life
We livin' that hi life
hi life, hi life
We livin' that hi life

[Pimp C]
I'm tired of livin' fucked up,
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin' grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got much foot in the street, and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G, but niggas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10, so niggas fear with me
And all the niggas that I went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to fool with
Out there sellin' that white shit.
Pushin' cocaine, niggas whole existence
Dependent on the game
What ya want me to do, it's like somebody cut my throat
Got 20,000 dollars tryin' to turn it into a hundred,
And ain't nobody got no dough
So, niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch maybe fo' a minute, but that shit never lasts
It's 1996, niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young niggas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber everytime;
But, if I told you that, nigga, you know that I be lyin'
And I been fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt.
But, still I put in work, and front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nigga, family just ain't no joke.
Now, D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about baby Doe
Some say that nigga's sellin' dope;
And you know I ain't lyin', that's just how families talk;
But, what you gon' do when the devil poke you wit' his fork?
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved.
Most preachers just false prophets, fuckin' hoes and gittin' paid.
I'm lookin' for that

[Chorus]
hi life (hi life)
We livin' that hi life (Hey)
hi life, hi life (hi life)
We livin' that hi life

[Bun B]
You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it
You can bullshit your way through it,
Or stay true; it
Can be complicated 'cause niggas be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost, the people in the lane get tossed.
Streets 'll eat yo ass alive
Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives,
And nobody's surprised if somebody don't survive the dust
To see this only trecherous
How we was left to be down these streets that we be on...
Muthafucka's sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong.
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us?
Got all these little niggas sellin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that quote "peace of American pie" just ain't attainable.
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self.
Now come on, who gives a damn
When you can't afford the turkey or ham?
Livin' off of Ramen noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off your slab.
'Cause poverty 'll push a nigga over the brink,
Over the edge, especially if you don't know your ledge.
And, so instead of being without
I'm hustlin' tryin' to git through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck out of this maze
A man 'll commit a crime 'cause the fuckin' crime pays
I'm goin' through a phase you don't grow out
Until you a reason a motherfucker gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind,
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he's goin' through but yo he gots to take it,
You can't fake it, to get the hi life.

Writer : JOHNSON, JOSEPH/BUTLER, CHAD L/FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group