, fame, and fortune As we blast and creep, so fuck you Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete We the elite, dat nigga Daz is back and he's blasting
Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes Lifestyles of the rich and famous Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers A fresh new couch and a whole
the same thing Trying to make a name ring and claim king The lifestyle the game bring Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks Or just a cellblock and
Wright Compton is where I dwell It's like hell Slangin' the shit that got the smokers In a spell And all my homies live lives Like crooks, rich and
you feel that I am someone you can do with? How? When you and I come from two totally Polar opposite lifestyles Under normal circumstances, I would be waking you And your rich
it, lay back dawg wiggle ya toes Well listen up, this is wacha itchin to know To get from rags to riches and dough, jags with bitches and hoes Or do
(Verse 1 ) We out here, We hood rich. We gettin by, we run a snitch. The corner store, the du-plex the bootleg, the bob-white fence the blue lights ,
a chair in a long white corridor and you're sitting in it With clenched fists The lifestyles of the rich and hopeless I'm gonna build me a coffin and
hours Where stars discuss celebrity And celebrities talk about stars And who's having who on so and so's set The lifestyles of the rich and useless From
Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin' Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and
hope for these nigga's who broke and acting big willy They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really Spark up another philly and eyewitness The brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes The lifestyle
tell you how is your profit and noisy money and drugs interior golds demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes [Gangsta
and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives And besides
be the expert, blowin like a firework Covertin concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert 'cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level I'm holy
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle
hitting, come on Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks But they ain't like this the infamous Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich
and men turned to savages I call it for you statistics and averages And so we grow up with these hopes and dreams Like the world getting labeling us as dope and
be a rock star, yeah, but I ain't got the face Oh still I wanna be a rock star, but I ain't got what it takes Living lifestyles of the rich and famous