Alba s touto skladbou:
Crush ,
One Wild Night-Live 1985-2001 ,
It's My Life,
Live at Madison Square Garden,
Lost Highway : The Concert ,
This Left Feels Right : Live,
The Crush Tour,
Greatest Hits ,
This Left Feels Right: Greatest Hits With a Twist ,
Tokyo Road : Best of Bon Jovi,
(Chorus - David Wade)
Nevermind what I do, stick to you
Let me live, itâs my life
(Itâs my life, itâs my life)
Itâs what I go through everyday
(Iâm just an average man tryna do the best I can)
Nevermind what I do, stick to you
Let me live, itâs my life
(Itâs my life, itâs my life)
Itâs what I go through everyday
Let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know?
I rap about whatâs real and what I go through on the daily
Itâs crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80âs
Iâve seen shit, I lived it, I know it, so I give it
I canât stop and I wonât stop until Iâm finished
In the 90âs you could find me on Hernandez with the homeboys
Lookinâ out for the chota, livinâ la vida loca
Look in my pockets, someone always had some fusca
You know how it is, you rollinâ through you keep trucha
Bullets flyinâ I ainât lyinâ, I got hit by one
Jefita cried, I almost died and it was just for fun
Weâre never doinâ what we oughta be
Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee
Got shot by a cop in a robbery
And honestly, that part of our lifestyle is unsuitable
Donât act like you donât know how it feels to go to a funeral
(Silencio)
Thatâs how weâre livinâ though
And then we wonder why they look at us like weâre some fuckinâ criminals
You know
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I never left the pad without shavinâ my head
Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head
Never been to Juvie hall, never been to the pen
But to my homeboys, Iâm someone you could depend on
Used to use Crylon to write on fences and walls
Big block, Old English letters standinâ 10 feet tall
United we stand, divided we fall
Tighter than some 1218âs two sizes small
Smile now cry later, fuck it, why cry at all?
And if we ever got busted homeboy, deny it all
We didnât do shit, they canât prove shit and even if they could
You never pulled rat or youâre not welcomed back to the hood
Youâre known as no good, thatâs how it was, thatâs how it is
Fuck your predicament get your ass killed for that shit
You donât believe me? I donât care if you do, or if you donât
Iâm just sayinâ what the fuck Iâve been through
And itâs no joke
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I get the smallest wires, wrap âem with the smallest tires
Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires
I get higher to inspire rhymes
Say some shit to inquire minds and make sure they admire mine
Make âem wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine
Iâm a cool dude, we can blow up for the final time
Itâs all the same, ainât nothing changed, itâs still this style of mine
Neighborhood music, talkinâ about how we do shit, we cruise it
We sometimes lose it and act foolish but who doesnât?
Cause a ruckus, fuck it, thatâs what youâre stuck with
Products of the barrio, got no where to go but we gotta go
They ask me where Iâm goinâ, shit I dunno
Around the town, see whoâs around, see whoâs down
To get a twelve pack and a pound
Iâm lookinâ for the answer at the bottom of a bottle
Itâs just my luck I gots no luck
No California Lotto
Chorus