allure

Lyrics

young! for life, once again it's the life, yessss, it's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do, the allure of breakin the law, is always too much for me to ever ignore, i gotta thing for them big body benzes, it dulls my senses, in love with a v-dub engine, man i'm high off life, fuck it i'm wasted, bey venay kicks, or them marvin kaye wrists, my women friend get tennis bracelets, trips to venice, get they winters replaced with, the sun, it ain't even fun no more i'm jaded, man, it's just a game, i just play it to play it, i put my feet in the footprints left to me, without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy, man my brother hustled so, naturally, up next is me, but what perplexes me, shit i know how this movie ends, still i play, the starrin role in "hovito's way", it's just life, i solemnly swear, to change my approach, stop shavin coke, stay away from hoes, put down the toast, cause i be doin the most. oh no!, but every time i felt that was that, it called me right back, it called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!, i'm like a russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka, 'til i'm under the field with hoffa, it's real, peal the top up like a toupee, mix the water, with the soda, turn the pot up make a souflee, all of y'all can get it like group page in your 2-way, i'm livin proof that crime do pay, say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads, puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game, puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train, all in the name of love, just to see that love locked in chains and the family came, over the house to take back, everything that they claimed, or even the worst pain is the distress, learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain, and the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust, now it gets tough to ever love a-gain, but the allure of the game, keeps callin your name, to all the lauras of the world, i feel your pain, to all the christies in every cities and tiffany lanes, we all hustlers, in love with the same thang, i never felt more alive than ridin shotgun, in cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns, and i tried to smoke weed to give me the fix i need, what the game did to my pulse, with no results, and you can treat your nose and still won't come close, the game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts, and i'm just a moth, addicted to the floss, and doors lift from the floor and the tops come off, by any means necessary, whatever the cost, even if it means lives is lost. and i can't explain why, i just love to get high, drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice, i'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times, i may not even be alive, how mean james dean couldn't escape the allure, dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse, of course, once again it's the life, i said it's the life, once again it's the life - oh no!, why i, get so uh-huh, hahahahahahaha - woo!