Livin

[Intro: DJ Drama & Hayley Williams] It's been a pleasure Ain't it fun Living in the real world? Somethin' legendary Ain't it good Being all alone? Every Movie Needs a Trailer DJ Drama [Verse 1: The Game] Pack to the back, six folk to the front California breeze like a match to my blunt Knock-knock, who is it? It's your neighborhood chuck And I'm not from the cities, but I gotta give it up And show you how to survive in South Central It's all mental, and it's not by luck You gotta put on for your city, gotta put on your kids That's just how it is when you got Compton across your ribs You gotta carry your coast even when it get heavy I just lift it back up like the switches on my Chevy From the rag to the drop, all gold on the rims Westside nigga gone with the wind [Chorus: Hayley Williams] Ain't it fun Living in the real world? Ain't it good Being all alone? [Verse 2: The Game] I got the women, the weed, the palm, the tree If you see me in traffic, homie, the chronic on me You know the 'Woods get twisted, hair get braided Chucks get laced from Malibu to Long Beach Snoop, what up, Loc? It's your YG Tell these niggas I'ma B-L-double-O-D And it ain't where you from, it's where you at I be out in Paris still rockin' my Dodger hat Like this (Like this), like that (Like that) Westside, a lil' louder for them people in the back From California with love, you in the club with a thug Ain't nobody gettin' in with a strap [Chorus: Hayley Williams] Ain't it fun Living in the real world? Ain't it good Being all alone? [Outro: DJ Drama] And like that? (Gangsta Grizzillz) We gone Game, holler at me Round two