Five Star Life Songtext
von NerdOut

I got chop at my side and He bark a lot
I got choppa at my side and it spark a lot
Ready to cock it
Riding in my coquette
Neck Break speed spin tires in the parking lot
Yeah
And this aint gon stop
You get juked out on vinewood
Yo ankles pop
Just keep riding the bus man
This aint Yo stop
You keep lyin to Us make Them thangs go pop (pop pop)
Hawk and littles shrewsburys I got all that
Got Ya girl going down Faster than the bawsaq
Work hard, Play hard
That′s the motto
You spin Pißwasser
While My people poppin bottles homie


I'm from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We′ll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time We go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside)
Living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die
Los Santos Certified
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho
Now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild Wild West
A state that'll bust and put a hole in ya chest
And the FIB can get a red dot B
Them fools can catch wreck in these red hot streets
Nah
This aint ya ordinary gangster
My goons in ya place put the tool up in yo face
And get the jewels from the safe then turn around and yell thank ya
Don′t get cute cause We′ll tie ya to an anchor
Throw you off the pier You'll be sleepin with the sushi
Body rotted out washed up on vespucci
I see you ballers poppin wheelieson ya two speed
Bust shots to ya chest feelin woozie
Those are real nullets man this aint Call of Duty
Or righteous slaughter Ya hear thet high pitch holler
That′s the sound of Yo boy gettin done up
Run up on the wrong block and they aint gonna find you til the sun's up


I′m from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We'll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time We go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside)
Living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die
Los Santos Certified
I′m representing for the gangsters all across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho
Now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana

Yeah we represent the families
This is Los Santos
My squad got goals You should know we all vandals
You slang dope You be throwin up them gang signs
Ya bae hit me on my badger but it aint mine
I went from craps on the corner to mackin on your daughter
Now i'm on a yacht Splashin in the water
Get the stash and make a dash across the border
You can laugh if you wanna but if i blast then yo ass is a goner homie

I'm from a city where the sirens never stop
Making moves with the crew
Do a little dirt to get to the top
We′ll hit any spot
Drive away in something hot
Every time We go outside
Run the risk of getting busted or wasted
(Westside)
Living a Five Star Life
Till the day I die Los Santos Certified
I′m representing for the gangsters all across the world
Hitting them corners in them low lows
Fa sho tho
Now do You wanna ride or die
Nananananananana