[Verse 1: King Combs & Roy Ayers]
(My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Yeah, lately I fuck with me harder
When deep secrets you keep, like it's a peace offer
I love to jump out the window, baby, we free falling
Turn the phone off, sea breeze, the beach calling
Maybe a bitch too
My only response is, what you trying to get into?
World is my domain and nothing off of the menu
Nigga with an attitude, shit is magical
Part of my back, imagine me looking back at you (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Why I had to get that bad?
Free the East and the West when they free my dad
Cause he ain't play puppet when the script got pad
If you ain't with the family, then just don't ask
Is this the first Bad Boy and Death Row collab? Where we at?
Am I the only nigga with a good bitch this bad? (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Where she at?
Need to fly you to Milan when you got this swag
Where we at?
We going straight to the garden when they free my dad
And that's a fact
We gon' turn this shit up, we ain't Puff back home (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
All the fake niggas dead, real niggas evolved (Ah, what?)
Time to restore the order, niggas thought we was goners (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
This one for my supporters, hustlers havin' daughters
Sons without a father, so we gotta go harder
First they wanna slaughter, now they tryna deport us
Diamonds so clear, it's like they made it out of water
The richer I get, it's like they wanna see me poor
Ain't no U-turns, I don't wanna hear no sorries
Jumpin' out Ferraris, feelin' like I'm godly (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Look, my shorty heaven sent Drink like it's medicine
Wipe my hands with a blue note, that's rich nigga etiquette
Been this way ever since I was born a black child, I never seen a crack vow
That don't mean I can't act right, that don't mean I ain't traumatized
Look how they stab my back now
Seein' my family black, boy, they make me wanna black out
Can't give them what they ask for, cause they want me to crash out, King
[Verse 2: The Game & Roy Ayers]
I still bump Bill Maddock in traffic
Still Aftermath, it’s the last laugh
Niggas forever classic, the not-so-silent assassin
You knock him down in New York, we shoot his shot way from Calabasas
Killers are the masses (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
With or without the mask, it’s mannequins in the window
We break it and smash-and-grab shit
We run the hood like fascists
Wipe down Benzes with the cloth
Nigga, we from a different type of fabric
Niggas practice military tactics and Cartier glasses
Juan Soto batting average
New York kid met with aggression for my protection
Not that a nigga need it, but it’s a West Side Connection
Get the message?
If not, I’ll put you in a group chat with the niggas who made Tetris
I got a bone to pick with niggas as big as Texas
Addressing every fraction ’fore a nigga make his exit
If you wanna see niggas dancing in the videos, come to Death Row
The East Coast ain’t got no love for the West Coast
Pinky ring and an all-red polo, come to Death Row
The East Coast ain’t got no love for the West Coast
[Bridge]
The East Coast don’t love Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg
East Coast ain’t got no love for Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg and Death Row
[Verse 3: The Game & Roy Ayers]
Nigga, fuck around, be six feet fucking with me
Nigga, I’ll put a bullet on your mind and let that bitch live rent-free
Then squeeze three at your Cherry M3
Bury every MC easily
Put that on Eazy-E for niggas thinking that this tattoo is only skin-deep (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
I learned this one language when my Glock and my pen speak
I’m loyal to the underground where candles burn for Pimp C
Niggas spreading falsehoods, there never was a Big Three
And they know that
Niggas want me out they house but scared to say it
I be Black and not like Kodak
I’m constantly not playing with you niggas
If you don’t understand, listen to the fucking bar I said before that (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
I’m an old soul
Niggas dread when I’m on they head, cut ’em off—now I’m the old Cole
Fuck a Grammy, nigga, that was my old goal
I drop an album and I fade to black, bo-bo
If you wanna see niggas dancing in the videos, come to Death Row
The East Coast ain’t got no love for the West Coast
Pinky ring and an all-red polo, come to Death Row
The East Coast ain’t got no love for the West Coast
[Interlude: Suge Knight & Roy Ayers]
Any artist out there who wanna be an artist, they wanna stay a star
They don't wanna, they won't have to worry about the executive producer trying to be, all in the videos
All on the record (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Dancing, whoo! Come to Death Row
[Verse 4: Kanye West & Roy Ayers]
Guh! Shh, nigga, please
I got on with something and it's none of what it means
Shh, bitch, please
I got on with something and it's none of what it means
Get that nigga and fit that nigga
Quit being such a bitch, you bitch ass nigga
Don't want to get that with her
Thumbs on Sunday night, get back with her
Don't want to need on me
Something don't eat on me
Don't want to fit that nigga
Man, I love that bitch
Even know that she didn't cheat on me
I swear I was a pimp until I got back with her (My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
Pshh, nigga
Welcome to Death Row
You gotta fill that shit in though, nigga
I'm not doing the hard part, haha
Death Row
[Outro: Roy Ayers]
(My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
(My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine)
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
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