Free Suge

[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)