Tony Pizarro - Life of a Sinner lyrics

(Verse 1) Wakin up was the first task of the day I don't know why but I just feel this way Because the life that I lead is treacherous I think today I'll go out and jack for a lexus or something Maybe do a little bumpin Or go out and kick it at a party that's jumpin Naw, f** it I think I get a fat sack of that chronic And kick it with the homie Fat Rat Now I'm on a mission for a sack of pot Hopped in my Reager and headed for the bus spot Went to a house that looked like it was damn near And bought a sack from the Jamaicans Now I'm ready to get high and get some vapors Stopped at the liquor store bought some papers Zig-Zags baby nothing but the best Any other kind of papers who's made for smokin stress Scooped up Fat Rat fired up a dub sack Rolled up the window so I can get a contact I had the Reager straight servin And the chronic and the atmosphere had me buzzin I'm feelin pretty good it was some propper sh** Humped in a backer corner and bumped a propper b**h And get happy when I roll up I got the b**hes in my neighbourhood straight sewed up I bumped a b**h named Rochelle She wanted to get me some p**y Cause she was in love with my pony tails That's not the only thing she's seein me b**hes ain't got no choice but to love a muthaf**in G We Hooked up a date then I said see you later And it was time to go jack for me some paper I got a victim in sight I'll take his life for a stripe and his money for my appetite (Chorus) A day in the life(3x) Of a sinner Livin the life(3x) Of a sinner (Verse 2) I really don't try to commit any sins I just wanna have a good time with my friends But sometimes it don't work right Cause some crazy sh** happens almost every night It might have to be a throw down or show down And I'mma be on your a** just like a bloodhound But then again it might be another dope raid Or maybe a couple of n***as that got they a** sprayed But whatever it is I'm up Be quick to pull a strap on your a** For whatever kinda sh** they kicks 187's 211's Bring it on and we can take it to the break of dawn As a s**er punk jumps sellin crack on the corner He's not from the hood so his money is a goner I pull my strap and then I attack from the back Gimme your money muthaf**a you're gettin jacked Just like that went back to the bozack Bumped ?? tryna check up for their chronic sack He's not only my friend He's my brother so I hugged and kicked the door in We got the bozack and made a getaway I'm gonna be smokin chronic until my lungs turn grey And get the munchies go home and eat dinner Hit the yea endin the day in the life of a sinner (Chorus) A day in the life(6x) Of a sinner Livin the life(6x) Of a sinner