[Chorus:]

Hi Life

We livin' that hi life
Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm)
We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm


[Pimp C:]


I'm tired livin' $#&@ed up, tired of livin' bad
Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me
When you gonna go to church Chad

Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image
That she would want me to be
But I got one foot in the street

And every week I flip a Ki
I never wanted to be a G
But ^!$$%s depend on me

It ain't safe to hit I-10
So ^!$$%s spend with me
And all the ^!$$%s that I went to school wit

shot pool wit, acted a fool wit
out there, selling that white %#@!
Pushin' cocaine, ^!$$%s holding pistols

Dependant on the game
What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat
Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred

And ain't nobody got no dope
So ^!$$%s tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this (*##$ thinking she can ease my mind

By sucking my dick
(*##$ make up for a minute but that %#@! never last
In 1996 ^!$$%s is dyin' from layin' on some $$#

First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin why yo' ^!$$%s out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime

But if I told you that ^!$$% you know that I be lyin'
And I've been $#&@ing #~!!@ since the tender age of nine
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive

And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But still I put in work and front for my folks
Cause where I come from ^!$$%, family just ain't no joke

Now DD gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe, some say that ^!$$%'s selling dope
And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk

But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers are false prophets

$#&@in' hoes and gettin' paid
I'm lookin' for the...


[Chorus]

[Bun B:]


You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it

You can bull%#@! your way through it
Or stay true, it can be complicated cause ^!$$%s
Be gettin' shot in the cross

People and names get lost
The Feeble and lame get tossed
The streets'll eat your $$# alive

Take your posessions with pistols, bare hands, and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody
Don't survive the dusk to see dawn

It's treacherous how we was left here just to die
On the streets that we be on
Mother$#&@ers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on

Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the $#&@ made it this way for us
Got all these little ^!$$%s slangin' that yay

Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
And that punk piece of American pie just ain't attainable
So how can I substain a full life before death

Man, I'm left out here to make it by my !@#$ self
Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham
Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs

Come off ya slab
Cause poverty will push a ^!$$% over that brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
So instead of being without, I'm hustling
Tryin' to get through these ungodly days

Thinkin' of ways to get the $#&@ outta this maze
A man will committ a crime 'cause a $#&@in' crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until there's a reason a mother$#&@er gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind

But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He can get one more try to make it
It's bull%#@! he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get that hi life


[Chorus: until the end]