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?

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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