Paroles de A Toast To The Good Life

A toast to mr. tagalucci And zippin open louis duffle bags of lootchie Braggin loosely 'bout baggin hoochies No logo's on the clothes but the tags say gucci (nice) And everybody raise your glasses The beautiful tits, and amazing asses Bring cigar cutters and the trace of ashes To money burials, hideaways, and staches Thanks to dea's gettin slick They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick The lawyers, ebanks, sadler Life's a bitch and i probably coulda had her Here's to no witnesses And playing dumb like "i dunno what this is" Unforgetful that's why i keep my shit full Along with alarm systems and pitbulls Good food, still need seasoning Gangsta pov, that's how we sees things It's talked about with good reasoning Over good steaks and sweet measlings Yeah Beef is just a entre Put stacks on the boy like his name andre All the shootouts and the killings Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villians I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling And two baby .9's that look cuter than some children Cheers, blood sweat and tears No room for emotions and fears It's the way, nothing more to say I make the call, we can go to war today This is loso's way Follow me into loso's way