Just Tryin' Ta Live

by Devin The Dude

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released January 29, 2002

Executive Producer: J Prince
Management: Marico "Rico" Allen
Production Supervisor: Tony "Big Chief" Randle
A&R: Anzel "Int'l Red" Jennings & Marico Allen
A&R Coordinator: Marico Allen
Recorded at Coughee Pot Studios (Houston, TX)
Mixed by Rob Brown, Dr. Dre & Mike Dean
Mixed at Enterprise Studios (Burbank, CA)
Engineered by: Domo & Micah
Mastered by: Eddy Schreyer

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Track Name: Zeldar
[Aliens talking]
Welcome to the show and tell convention on Mars
Do anybody have something to show or... tell?

[Devin The Dude as Zeldar talking]
I'm Zeldar, from the planet Beldar
Which is eight million judibeeks from Saturn
I was on my way home one day when thrown off pattern
Landed on earth, no where to go... a hole in my megaboomp (hehehe)
Landed in a field with green leafy trees... looked kind of odd to me
So... I (sniff)) smoked it (sniff)

[Devin The Dude as Zeldar]
I took my stellcutter, cut it and smoked it and guess how I felt
Very good, I took some for myself
Back to my spaceship, I gave some it my family
They say, "(Sniff, ahh) what you call this?" weed...
(Stuttering) My name is Zeldar
I'm from, from planet "Deldar" my name is Zeldar
And we shop at WalMart
I came back, just to grab me another fat sack of the
Green leafy thing I found in the field
Yea they call it kill
I rolled into the hood
I'm greeted, but it wasn't all good
I saw mixed people all kinds of colors and they looked at me like I was weird
They call me queer
I say, "No... My name is Zeldar,
I'm from planet Beldar, my leader is Zeldar
and we shop at Walmart"
(Stuttering... ahhh) I have kids
I don't give them none of the green leafy stuff that I found in the field
Cause it might do them harm, but I'm old enough
So I cough and I puff on the
Green leafy stuff I found in the field... yeah I call it kill

"What'd you say your name was?"
"My name is Zeldar"
Track Name: It's A Shame Ft Pooh Bear
[Pooh Bear]
Make you cry
Cry

[Pooh Bear]
The things that'll make you laugh
Can be the same things that make you cry (cry)
Those things that'll make you tell the truth
Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie
Can make you cry, cry, cry, cry

[Devin]
Got my swisha rolled
I'm finsta go up here to the liquor sto'
To equalize my high
And try to see if I could fly
I know I can't but still
I drink and smoke that kill
I'm real, I chill, I fucked a gal
Who had to tell mine, guess that was just my luck
Sluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get down
When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stamps
But before I got a chance to learn I got caught up
The bitch got high, then my name was brought up
Fucked my whole game up, told the whole hood
Tried to go back to the crib and get pussy - no good
I shoulda known it, blowin it like she owned it
Now the phone clicks and damn, my gal is gone, shit
A hard lesson to learn, now I'm just finna turn
This curb and go buy some herb and try to wet my worm
With some bitch who don't even know my muthafuckin name
It's a shame, shame, shame

[Pooh Bear]
It's a shame when you're left out
And you're runnin all over town
Am I to blame, am I the only one
To pick myself up after fallin down
When I try, tryin so hard
To keep my feet on solid ground
So many people comin into my life with bullshit in my ear
Steadily irkin me, won't you stop workin me

Why (why) do the seasons change (seasons change)
Why (why why) do I feel this way
Why do I feel this way

[Devin]
Get up and get high
A sweet to the head, my eyes redder than fire
I'm gettin blowed, lettin smoke go right out the screen do'
People walkin by, "Hey D, have you seen...?" No
I'm by myself and alone
And if it's bullshit I gotta listen to, man, gone
Don't even like to go but when I show at a club
I be lookin for pussy, seldom searchin for love
But I fucked up again and I went once mo'
Wasn't tryin to find a bitch but stumbled upon a hoe
So me and this bitch who didn't even know me
Left the curb so she can serve me, wanted to show me
A nice quiet private place no one would know
I rolled somethin to smoke, she had somethin to blow
But then them laws, though, they had us fucked in the game
Charged the bitch for prostitution, charged me for the caine
It's a shame

[Pooh Bear]
The things that'll make you laugh
Can be the same things that make you cry (cry)
Those things that'll make you tell the truth
Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie, lie
Can make you cry, cry, cry, cry
Track Name: R and B
[redneck - as performed by Devin]
Devin, what the fuck you do in here, man?
Oh goddamn, you on that beat bop shit still?
[Devin]
Man, what the fuck you talkin about, nigga?
This is hip-hop, muthafuckin...
[redneck]
Hell man, so you gotta let me get on somethin, man
Let me get on this mic right here
[Devin]
Man, come on, dog, hold up now
I'm right in the middle of this mutha...
[redneck]
Come on Devin boy, you can let me get one of em
[Devin]
Alright man, just...
What you got some beer?
[redneck]
Hell yeah, I got some beer
[Devin]
You got some weed?
[redneck]
Hell yeah, I got some weed around here
Here, check it out

[redneck]
[coughing] That sweet's killer, man
I'm high 'like an eagle', and like the Steve Miller Band
I'm a smoker, a midnight toker
Get the Adidas box top under the sofa with the joker
Then let's roll a big old fat
Square like this here, smell like a ( ? )
[Devin]
Man, I bet yo weed ain't better than mine
[redneck]
Oh, that's bullshit
[Devin]
Take heed of my weed, man, all you need is a little bit
Now don't kill it
[redneck]
Hell man, I took a couple of pulls
Here, take two of my Budweisers, give me two of your Bulls
[Devin]
Man, I'ma give you two of these balls if you don't get your muthafuckin ass...
[redneck]
Come on Devin, don't do me like that, man
Come on, let me rock one with you
[Devin]
Hey come on man, I'm right in the middle of this shit, man
[redneck]
You need a hook or somethin
[Devin]
Man, you don't even listen to rap music
[redneck]
Hell yeah I do!
[Devin]
Aight fuck it, come on, follow through with the hook then
[redneck]
Come on

[Devin]
Reefer and beer
Can you say that?
[redneck]
Reefer and beer
[Devin]
Put some soul in it, make it like...
Reefer and beer
[redneck]
Reefer and beer

[Devin]
High, yes I am
Smokin this weed again
I had one sweet left, I broke it down and rolled two
And sold them hoes and scored a three for ten
I spend my cash and time on grass and wine
You ask for my opinion, I say it don't make
A lot of hoes hope you choke and stay broke
Or smoke coke but nope, I bend but won't break
I made major mistakes but hey, they're all mine
You gotta learn how to get up when you fall down
Lived in a small town throwin rocks at cows in a field of dreams
Hopin it will amount to just more than a hell of beans
I feel the need for beer and weed
[redneck]
Why don't you smoke some here with me?
And we can ride through the ghettos and trailer parks
We can drink and spark until it gets dark
[Devin]
I wake up in the mornin and I roll me a square
Sweet or whatever, I put that hoe in the air
[inhales] Hit that muthafucka couple of times
Sit back and recline and try to relax my mind
With some

[Devin]
Reefer and beer
Reefer and beer
Reefer and beer
Reefer and beer

[Devin]
It's a brand new you, I guess it's time to start anew
Time to get our shit together, think about things we gotta do
Stay close to all our family, keep in touch with all our friends
Last year was kinda shaky, it's time for makin some ends
Take care of our kids and then
Go and get some

[Devin]
Reefer and beer
Reefer and beer
Reefer and beer
Yeah
Reefer and beer
Yeah

[Devin]
Yeah man, that shit was aight, man!
We'll use that shit
[redneck]
Right over our first track
[Devin]
You my nigga, man
[redneck]
Yeah, you my nigger too
[Devin]
What?
[redneck]
You're my nigger too, nigger
[Devin]
My 'nigga', man, 'nigga'
Nigg-a
[redneck]
Nigg-a?
Niggaa?
[Devin]
Nah man, just...
Fuck it then, don't say it at all
Fuck it
Track Name: Lacville '79
Barely runnin and rippin, but still I'm flippin on Vogues
Hoes be trippin on Devin, Devin don't be trippin on hoes
They be talking bout oh would you look at that nigga
With no inspection sticker
Drankin liquor
Smokin swisha
And I go about 47 in a 55
Fuel injected, niggas be honkin but fuck it my shit is fine
I've payed for it about 9 times, different mechanics
Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it
I need some shocks on the back, I need some works on the brakes
My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise
I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and things
I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things
Like my electrical rear view mirror don't move like it 'posed ta
Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer
I'm satisfied with my ride I don't ask much
But people talk and they diss, they heckle it loud
But

[Chorus]
I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack
I get where I'm goin, two quarts of oil will get me back
I got a brand new radiator
Rebuilt alternator
Detatchable tape player
But I gotta fix the fader
So I can have some music on the 6-10 loop
Maybe fit in with the L-Dogs, sedans, and coupes
Need to watch out for them laws cuz you know they gon watch ya
With their radar gun, look like they shootin as they clock ya
And the whole force know me
For years they been scopin
They walk up to my car and be like "hello Mr Copeland"
"Gimme some of that weed you got" sometimes they don't ask for it
They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard
And that really blows my high but hell I gotta keep pushin
Before I go home with the nut off of my seat cushion
I went looking for a trade-in but they called my shit a bucket
Got back in that hoe, and cranked it up and said fuck it

[Chorus]
I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

I got my hudcaps shinin
(I'm) in that bitch reclining
The engine shakes a little cuz I gotta change the timin
And if you see me walkin (I'm) givin it a rest
She needs some new shoes, and getting fitted for a dress
You know I love my baby hell I call my baby Pearly
She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early
Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock
Had to pick up a bitch who wanted to give me the cock
I got over there real cool and picked her up all good
But half way to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood
Me and the bitch had to push and she didn't even get mad at me
Figured out the problem made her go steal me a battery
Not lavishly

[Chorus x2]
I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

Lacville 79
I'm rollin in my
Lacville 79
I'm smoking in my
Lacville 79
I'm getting blowed in my
Lacville 79 (took 2 hits there)
I can't get rid of my Lacville 79
Track Name: I-Hi
I was reminiscing in the kitchen drinkin thinkin about the past
Lookin for some records just diggin in the trash
Searching for something to ease a young little mind
Other little kids they run up on me from behind
They was laughin and point callin me out by my name
You nasty little nigga boy you need to be ashamed
I had no vinyl but I knew they knew where I live
They followed me and bothered me all the way to the crib, saying

[Chorus]
I-HI, I-HI
I-HI, I-HIIA

I ran up in my room took a look through my stack
Some of them where kool some were crick and some were cracked
Created a way to playem my technique was so alive
An nickel on a head to heel that scratched 4, 5
A lot of warped LP's look at how they swerve
Do you know what you listenin it's some shit you never heard
We was dancing swingin movin to the groove
But it's kinda hard to try to party when they lookin at my shoes, sayin

[Chorus]
I-HI, I-HI
I-HI, I-HIIA

[Man]
Did it again, yes you did motherfucker
I saw that everybody saw that, you fucked up

It's still the same ain't shit really changed
Some people gonna complain if you grown just gone and do your thang
Either rap or sang, but there's a chill
Take a chance if you will, try and enjoy everyday
When you're at work with no play
Cause either way somebody's gonna say

[Chorus]
I-HI, I-HI
I-HI, I-HIIA
Track Name: Who's That Man, Moma
Either by bus, plane, train, 15 passenger van
Another show, then we must go, let's get there fast as we can
We just tryin to spread love when we comin to your city
Some look at us shitty but some bitches show us they titties
So I love my job, don't have to piss in a cup
They tell me to straighten up because of all the kids and stuff
Are gonna be there lookin at you perform
So keep your lyrics calm, they might be there with their moms
And pops, you need to drop somethin clean with no cussin
But my shit is... But nothin, don't wanna hear these parents fussin
Bout your 5th Ward filth and you holdin your crotch
Nobody wanna hear bout what you wanna poke in they mouth
But that ain't what it's all about, I'm simply tryin to have fun
Tryin to break a leg before I break my third one
Up in your back, they ask how can you stand there proud
And bow knowin there's a little child in the crowd
Sayin

Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma
He's doin it again, moma

Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma
He's doin it again, moma

You got to give the people
Yeah I know, somethin other than just pussy, alcohol and reefer
You must uplift the public
And they'll give love back, like just last night I got my nuts licked
Ugly bitch in love but she hugged it and she rubbed it
Fine big red hoe, but now my dickhead sore
And we got another show in the O - Ohio
It's kinda nice, I been there once and got my dick sucked twice
Me and my penis and my microphone
Are workin hard so I can get my lights back on
Most people don't understand all the problems, pressure and pain
They criticize and try to make you feel less of a mane
But look at these balls, they're so big
The hairs on em look like two big old afro wigs
No need to get alarmed, I don't mean no harm
If you got your kids with you and they tuggin your arm
Sayin

Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma
He's doin it again, moma

Man, whatever happened to groups like Manhattans
and the Spinners and Temptations and stuff?
These new muthafuckas right here
they just wanna fuck ... and cuss and ...
Look at em up there smokin weed

Aw, what's wrong, pops?
I mean, you act like you never had the Temptation
of smokin a little weed down in Manhattan
Drinkin a beer, bonin a bitch, you know
while you Spinner around, you know?
But maybe you never smoked bud like I smoke bud
maybe you never felt as high as I felt
Me and my Coughee Brothers just keep blowin and blowin and

If you got some shorties, could you make em stay home?
Unless they wanna see some grown niggas shakin they bone
I know it's morally wrong, but see, I'm known
For passin Doobies to my Brothers, get my Family Stoned
I'm Gladys Knight-time, the Right Time to get high
We reachin for the sky on Earth, there's too much Wind for the Fire
We out here in the parking lot, knockin out the last corners
Of drink we had since yesterday from somewhere at Arizona
We wanna be Kool, we're not a Gang, just tryin to hang
With the people and drink, and maybe exchange slang
We love music and we need the fans, need tourin
But one thing we don't need is bad-ass children
Sayin

Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma
He's doin it again, moma
Track Name: Some Of 'Em Ft. Xzibit & Nas
[Devin the Dude]
I'm kind of familiar...with this game
And man I can feel ya
Some try to get by, I get high
Well fuck it I stay blowed
Got it burnin' not concerned with what they do to they nose
I'm just tryin' to keep mine clean
And out the air and beware
There's big piles of shit all over the ground, see there
Got the pivotal moves, camel walk, pop-lock
Even hop-scotch around turds until ya top notch
Watch out for cop, for what
I ain't afraid of the fuzz
I ain't got nothin' on me but a buzz
Steady tryin' to cop something
From family, friends, and niggas I run with
All about havin' fun, shit
But it's kind of hard to laugh lookin' at a blood bath
Hearin' a loud voice sayin' "Man what happened"
Hellish whispers turn into a noise
When conversations get twisted and the truth gets lost y'all

Some of em' love ya
Some of em' look up to ya
Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya
To quick to say hell yeah
To shit they'll sell ya
To set ya up for failure again

[Xzibit]
Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through
Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you
But the game is far from over
In fact it's just the first quarter
I feed millions and walk on water
All business never personal
Listen, I'm irreversible
From this life I'm livin'
Fuck facin' life in prison
Now that's a hard decision
Freedom or your respect
Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck
Reflect hard street principles
Damn near invincible
Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal
This is for the niggas with me movin' in silence
California grievance sex, money, and violence
Self-made, made to order
Tell me blood is thicker than water
Takin' turns stickin' dick to ya daughter
Just another days work to me
Spittin' the truth, the truth gonna set you free
Misery loves company

Some of em' love ya
Some of em' look up to ya
Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya
To quick to say hell yeah
To shit they'll sell ya
To set ya up for failure again

[Nas]
Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises
I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus
Cause latex can break quick just fuckin' some fly bitch
And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it
Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions
Laughin' but lately I'm haunted by some of the saddest feelings
That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did
Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely
They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby
Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free
So what does Nas see
Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe
Hate when they beside me
But I just keep em' close, money over hoes
Secrets and codes, lead by example
Whenever speakin' on dough
Creep but be careful
In the streets, see niggas'll dare you, taunt you
Go to jail is what they want you to do
But concentrate

Some of em' love ya
Some of em' look up to ya
Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya
To quick to say hell yeah
To shit they'll sell ya
To set ya up for failure again....
To set ya up for failure again
Track Name: Whatever
[Ice-T sampled being scratched]
If you are offended.. by words..
If you are offended.. by, by words, by words..
If you are offended.. by, by word-words..
If you are offended.. by words..


[Devin]
Don't come talkin that "shit", if your freak is a "bitch"
She's real easy to "fuck", she even sucked my "dick"
After I bust that "ass", didn't think of her as a "ho"
But she know after I "cum", then I gots ta go
That's enough for me she almost hurt my dick
And you gotta come home to this "dirty bitch"
She's a funky cock, "low mother-fuck-fucker"
And I'm a "nigga", who'll treat any hussy just like a "hooker"
But a ho is not a "slut", and a bitch is not a "tramp"
But what I like about 'em both is that they pussy get damp
And a "nigga" can "fuck" "shit" up, if they don't know
that a "dirty low slut", is a "tramp bitch ho"
Whatever!
Whatever!
Track Name: Doobie Ashtray
What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way

You probably don't have a big ol house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how it would feel
If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off
And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off
She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty
And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity
And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal
No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal
And you wonder why why why why why
And you resort to gettin high
But damn, you can't find ya stash
And you never took the time to ask yourself

What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way

You probably don't have a lot of money
But if you did would you find it funny
If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest
Or put it in the bank so we can gain some interest
You just went and copped the biggest car you could find
And a couple more just like it so your friends could follow behind
Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke
And for her a fur coat
You got jet skis and boats
And next thing you're broke (damn)
And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float
You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help
You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself

What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way

Why they do me that way
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Ain't no more doobies in the tray
What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home)
Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone)
What you gonna do when your friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but your end's all gone (gone gone gone gone)
All gone
Track Name: Wxyz
[man and woman talking on phone]

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

[Devin]
Yep... ya fucked up didn't ya?
Ya didn't come home last night and he pinned ya
Up against the wall, you shouted "hell nah"
You makin a phone call nigga hit you in the jaw
You scream, you scratch, you bite, kick and yell
But the neighbors think y'all fuckin, hell they can't tell
But ya eyes is swelled and ya nose all red
And ya jaw fucked up, you wanna go but ya scared
(Why the fuck did ya do what ya did when ya done it?)
Now all these thoughts, they come back after ya fronted
Then ya drown yourself in all the ache and pain
Thirsty for the love but tired of drinkin the rain
First girl you gotta look at yourself
When ya gone it's like yo, there's no you left
You can ex it out and begin again though
As long as you know...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

[man and woman arguing]

[Devin]
Yep... ya fucked up didn't ya?
You hit her in the mouth and now they tryna lynch ya
In the prison bars with the fences and walls
You makin a phone call nigga hit you in the jaw
Now two of 'em on you, in a three man cell
But boss way down there, hell he can't tell
But ya eyes is swelled and ya bleedin ya tank
And ya jaw fucked up, you wanna leave but ya cain't
(Why the fuck did ya do what ya did when ya done it?)
Love hurts sometimes, but that's what you wanted
Too fake to break but too hard to cry
Now you lookin at five, what ya gon' do now?
My nigga, would ya look at yourself
When ya gone it's like yo, there's no you left
You can ex it out and begin again though
As long as you know...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

There's no double you
You might just have to ex, out your problems
Tell my why, and pretend you don't see...

[man and woman arguing]
Track Name: Tough Love
Like most motherfuckas I find it hard to commit
Cuz a bitch ain't shit
They smart and they slick
Get ya heart split
Dead in the middle
Fuck a break up
Another brother cuttin in ya cake, enough to make ya
Wanna find a nice spot in the field
But from there you go to hell or jail
Or both
So you just say fuck em
Pull out your nuts and tell all them hoes to suck em
Cuz one bad peach will spoil the whole bunch
She tried to take you to the cleaners cuz you took her to lunch
Treat a woman with love and respect
All a bitch get is a dick shoved in her neck
It's a give and take
You live to make
Decisions together
And be in it for whatever
But some heifers don't even know that
They treat you like gonads
They'll never be ya hoe that

If you want me to love ya
Cuz it's gonna be tough love
If you want me to love ya
It's gonna be tough love
Tough love
If you ain't had enough then I
Tough love
If you want me to love you
It's gonna be tough love
If you want me to love you
It's gonna be tough love

Tough love, I know no other
When our business is just that, it shouldn't go no further
Things come to pass but nothing go in between
It's just us, so why let your friends know everything
And if we got a problem we have to solve it
Don't need another muthafucka to get involved with
Our shit, sniffin our dirty draws
Together we objective we correct certain flaws
I'm hurtin walls and jaws with this dick of mine
You get with any nigga with a smooth pick up line
Will only make matters worse
And have us fightin with words and sayin stuff that'll hurt
It won't help, but only keep us farther apart
Puttin out a flame that no other can start
Love is like a maze and you might get stuck
We can go through it or we can just fuck

Cuz if I'm gonna love ya
It's gonna be tough love
If I'm gonna love you
It's gonna be tough love
Tough love
Tough love
If I'm gonna love you
It's gonna be tough love
If I'm gonna love you
It's gonna be tough love

[men talking]

If I'm gonna love ya
It's gonna be tough love
If I'm gonna love you
It's gonna be tough love
Track Name: Just Tryin Ta Live Ft. Odd Squad
We need to change our ways
Doin the same thing we did yesterday
Making beats, getting high
Chasing freaks, feeling fine
Its just the same old shit
But I think we aint gone quit
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill
Staying alive, just tryin ta live

It's a constant struggle, but brothers gotta keep climbing
People be thinking this shit is simple and simon
Lookin at my wrist to see the position that I'm in
Kinda clothes I'm wearing, the type of car that I'm drivin
I been strivin
With damn near nothing to fight with
Flashlight, nightstick, aint no blowin up right quick
Type shit, I just write shit, hopin it might hit
So I can make a living, but there some who don't like it
But I.. I really don't give a motherfuck
A nigga's tryin to get another buck
The legal way that people say what they want em
But I'm gonna, smoking drinkin fuck with these freaks
Til I find one life with mona
On a mission
Every day wishin and prayin
Cant be kidding and playing
Fast break missing the laying
So what you saying?

Man we need to make these beats, fuck these freaks, fire these sweets

We need to change our ways
Doin the same thing we did yesterday
Making beats, getting high
Chasing freaks, feeling fine
Its just the same old shit
But I think we aint gone quit
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill
Staying alive, just tryin ta live

Constantly asking me to change my ways
But the way I'm acting now is the way I'm acting since the first day
But the sumas to Vics (?) smoke blunts significant others man
Ya'll can't stop the jump up for pound with these brothers
It's a rough long climb up the hill to the top
Giving it all that we got
As we proceed to wreck shop
And it's the same shit, Aint shit changed since 94'
You see the scorn left the scene
And paid the circle back to let you know
Gotta get my paper bro
If I cant Imma let it do
We coming back for mo, and kicking the hinges off your door.
(kickin the hinges off your door)
And life is so lunt slunt
Reality hits bluntly
Amongst all these issues we grind, cause the rents due monthly
But everything you do is certain consequences
I know there is more than this is a Piz and hes three dimensions
I'm just trying to hold it down and maintain my existence
Lets put something down right here and we can do it with persistence
I'm knowing its real cause I can feel it in the distance (talk to me)
Man listen
Its like old folks that get settle in their ways
And it pays for one to be wise these days
Not afraid
Smoke one is my typical habitual ritual
That let this music and these words give you a visual
Come Now!

We need to change our ways
Doin the same thing we did yesterday
Making beats, getting high
Chasing freaks, feeling fine
Its just the same old shit
But I think we aint gone quit
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill
Staying alive, just tryin ta live

Now I'm just tryin to gain green
(I'm doing the same thing)
Them hoes don't wanna see me live
(They all wishing to change thing)
All doing some strange things
But leemee(?) Rico I know
My baby mama keep them crooked police booking my dough
Looking for dough
(What you got?)
Nothing but beer, plus I got these fucking lyrics I wrote
You mean them niggaz fucking with you by flows
You make em count by zeros
(Aint they some hoes?)
Hell yeh!
I know, all up in a nigga shit
Fuckin with your women get, with it
Come on my nigga, ya'll stay committed
Spit it
If you aint got a nigga get it
Flip it
Stay the same dog, never quit it
Dig it, Dig it

We need to change our ways
Doin the same thing we did yesterday
Making beats, getting high
Chasing freaks, feeling fine
Its just the same old shit
But I think we aint gone quit
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill
Staying alive, just tryin ta live