Still Livin

[Intro] Han, what you know, boy? Yeah, what you know, boy? What you know boy ? What you-, what you know, boy? What you know, boy? What you-, what you know, boy? What you-, what you know, boy? What you-, what you know, boy? What you know, boy? What you-, what you know, boy? What you know, boy? What you know, boy? What you know, boy? What you-, what you know, boy? (Han) [Verse 1] Yeah, I’m still livin' like a dope dealer And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga Gangsta Island, so all my niggas gang bangers Girls, come get your cook up I came up with the 'cain slangers And I grew up next door to the dopeman Cherry red CL coupe clean as a coke can DEA been doin' surveillance, they in the dope van Nowadays they pay Walter Payton; that’s 34 bands Yeah, I’m still livin' like a jack boy Got your family wrapped up in tape, I’m 'bout the sack, boy And I heard it ain’t where you from, it’s where you at, boy Make sure every place that I’m at next to the strap, boy Killin' them, shit from these verses put hoes in hearses And these cluckers need some product To purchase some at their service Used to sale my yayo on the nextel, play for the chirpers Ain’t no doubt, we don’t check out CTE They close the curtains [Chorus] And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy [Verse 2] Still cashing that dope check Guns and contraband on deck Street said that I'm marked for death And might be the one to get smoked next Might fuck around, might beat it down That ass round and that throat wet You a pussy boy, straight Kotex Got a hundred rounds, bitch, hold that Bitch, hold that, bitch, hold up Bitch, know what? That 4 bust Bought a 14 of that straight hard And served every geeker that rolled up That straight trap with no raps with me OT, but they pack with me Moonwalkin' on dope, bitch I know real niggas on Jackson Street 25th, 49th, Cali kush over night Come back to my store, dawg But make sure you got your order right And my shop might close up So make sure you put your orders in Just another day another dollar Duckin' court again Wrappin' up the pack of drugs, traffic watchin' out Winter, summer, spring, fall Nigga, shovel snow And if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to Mexico Pass me my strap I think the police at my door, because I’m… [Chorus] And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy And I’m still, still livin' like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger, I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still livin' like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs, traffic what you know, boy