Gonzoe - C'est La Vie Lyrics
*(gonzoe)*Que sera, sera! (haha!)Cest la vie!Have a toast on me.Yeah! state to state, we do it like this.Live like us. feel like us.Thats life baby.Sheeit.(where ever you are, where ever you at!)Verse 1 *(gonzoe)*Yeah.Here I go again, drinkin an drivinIn the latest model car riskin it wit no licenseGoin fast, late nightFinna crash, hella cashThinkin bout, nothin but the past an I know thats itBut ***** itIm finna love it, tryin to feed my stomachFinna have somethin, til my *****in casket coveredLive for the minuteLovin that yall know that we winninMe an phats niggaNobody move til we finishedHeres the plataueRegime family Im the copoIn a vet we race down florence non-stop thoughThe world movin in slow motionHeld by the oceanX pills keep my fantsay openAn Im lovin itNuttin aboveBut a ***** when you rub it nigga its all coveredCuz yours got caughtAnd mine doubledNiggas juss drink wit meHave a toast on meNigga cest la vie!Do what you want to.*(chorus)* x1Have heart, have money. (yeah!)Dont live the moment.Have a toast on me, if youre smartThis is for my homies. (yeahah!)Uh!Do what you want to can I be free?Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit meUh!Do what you want to can I be free?Have a toast on meWorld cest la vie!(nigga what? !)Verse 2 *(phats bossalini)*I got it planned outDay by day clutchin my fifthConfidentRealizin Ive sinnedThats why Im bentCash spentI make a mill I know that its meantCapturedA bubble benz and the saga beginsCuz it was evidentThat I was made for thisStay awake at night craveNow Im paid for thisStill we aint shitA hundred thousand aint richI take a chipFlip a grip and multiply it by sixIts fabulousTo all the thugs that smashed for usCelebrateLive it upAnd have a blast for usLosin focusBack to the dream to face the soldiersCuz they know what nobody knows, I got composureBut Im still drunkBeggin for funkI know the town will bustLive it up, keepin my trustJuss check the scripturesIts me and ritzyLive, direct on your t.v.Smoke wit meNigga cest la vie.What!?*(chorus)* x1Verse 3 *(gonzoe)*Im still glocked upIn a under bucket wit my seat belt on9 zones locked upUh!Take the rap money, buy the soft turn the heart homeFirst they little niggasNow they servin out the front yardWit the look outLike we roaminCuz they enemy got took outTold the accountant to bring the book outGun man rockin the roof, wit the gagesI still got casesRitzy goin out blazinSpit itMy nigga did it, still got acquited cuz we willinDrunk as *****, tryin to pivotUhI got the anthology, I never ever give itIf a liquor store opensYall niggas done did itCuz I stay drunkGrabbin my nutsLike whatFirst nigga jumpFirst mutha *****in gettin touchedBy usLos angelesAtlantaHoods usWe skanlessImposters to exit usAll I got is tattoos and gutsBig nuts mutha *****a, so what?Huh?So what?Huh?So what?Nigga cest la vieCome ***** wit me!Uh!Chorus *(til end)*Have heart, have money. (please be smart!)Dont live the moment.Have a toast on me, if youre smart.This is for my homies.
