Artist: La the Darkman f/ Willie the Kid
Album:  The Notorious L.A.D
Song:   I Been Around
Typed by: pneumatic

[Intro: La the Darkman]
Uhh, Uhh, Yeah, L.A.D

[La the Darkman]
I sit back, Sell a key a week, Always think before I speak
By my pelvis hold the heat, Crispy white Ones on my feet
Diamond shine'n in my fronts, Cognac, Beers, And blunts
Watchin Phoenix just to see Stoudemire jump
On a flat screen it look mean, Fish told me roll the green
I throw him a Dutch. Told him to roll up
Twenty-fours on the truck look nice, Fuck the price
Most my people starve'n, I'ma live my life
No fears, No tears, Lookin through these Cardiers
The feds tryna give a nigga twenty-five years
Hit my glass say cheers, Toast to bein free
Man I got nine that coulda been me
Bought the penitentiary, Everyday, All day
These fuckers wanna lock me up and throw the key away
But instead I'm gettin head on a king size bed
And the women love me, Cause I'm a thorough bread
Plus I get that bread in any state I go
Just gimmie a little time with the rhyme bet I blow
I'm international, Known on many continents
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Once knew a little girl named Nikki like Prince
Wearin game on her frame, My G, Intense
Like a barbwired fence, I'm difficult to climb
Smoother then Al Capone when I commit a crime
This La

[Willie the Kid]
Free like the Ocean, Move like the motion
When I pop tops off the champaign I'm toast'n
Smell like money, I bang like gun shots
Ready for the war, Yeah I splurge in gun shops
Midwest Willie, Down South resident
Money and the power now I understand the President
What about the hood though, Rob or you pill push
Can't find a job, Mad niggas wanna kill Bush
Me, I'm an outlaw, Chain swing south paw
Eyeball, Aim like Lee Harvey Oswald
Up against the wall but I move like dodge ball
Pop Rosia, Big plate of snow crab claws
Yeah, I think the world is confused
Teach my son how to pray, Double knot tie his shoes
Amused by the whips, Entertained by the bitches
Never side tracked I could pile by the riches
Which is, The reason I here for
Elevators in the crib, Liftin the Lear door
Lookin at the clouds, The cook cookin chows
But don't mind me I'm just thinkin out loud

[Chorus: Female Singer]
Been around the country, From North to pastures South
Hustle'n, Beefin, And shootin yall, Niggas know what I'm bout
It's my life, It's my life, It's my life, Ohh it's my life