Glamour Life - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Glamour Life - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Big Pun |
| Album | Capital Punishment (Explicit Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lewis, Rios | |
| Intro | |
| (Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks | |
| Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo | |
| Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? | |
| (Big Punisher) Stick around | |
| (Cuban Link) | |
| Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour | |
| Like my man Tony Montana | |
| Stand and pose in front of cameras | |
| With my golden silk pajamas on | |
| Smoking havanas, drinking Dom P | |
| Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante | |
| Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire | |
| Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air | |
| Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins | |
| Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense | |
| I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York | |
| Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts | |
| I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino | |
| Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino | |
| Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters | |
| I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics | |
| Sitting on top of the world like the sun | |
| A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun | |
| (Big Punisher) Chorus: | |
| It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife | |
| Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice | |
| Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice | |
| And get ready for the glamour life | |
| (Triple Seis) | |
| Ripped off from the Infiniti | |
| Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity | |
| Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make moves on my rivalries | |
| All eyes I be, on the quest for loot | |
| Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker | |
| Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha | |
| Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun | |
| (Big Punisher: Get the mother****ing gun) | |
| Since then I've become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's | |
| Dirty rats pack gats for cheese | |
| Bullets of breeze at light speed | |
| Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds | |
| Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's | |
| Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys | |
| Please, no remorse for your two face | |
| Inside a symbol, my rifle out the mother****ing suitcase | |
| You about to take who's place? Not Seis... | |
| Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace | |
| (Big Punisher) The glamour life, the glamour life, yo | |
| (Big Punisher) Chorus | |
| (Fat Joe) | |
| Yo, I'ts the mother****ing Don Cartagena | |
| The leader, Terror Squad cleaner | |
| Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira | |
| Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick | |
| Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit | |
| My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition | |
| Hollow tips an', cop killers with the | |
| Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days | |
| Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke | |
| Always broke with your lazy ways | |
| Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex | |
| In the back seat, having rough sex | |
| I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit | |
| Think twice, I give Christ your kids | |
| I live life for gifts, keep the fire burning while the tires turning | |
| I blaze an L and seek a higher learning | |
| Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally | |
| We could de friend for years, cross me once that's thievery | |
| (Big Punisher) Chorus | |
| (Armaggedon) | |
| Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in | |
| Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient | |
| Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went | |
| Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditoriums | |
| She **** for dough for opium, prostitute emporium | |
| 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian | |
| 8's cup of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium | |
| Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia | |
| It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia | |
| Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke | |
| Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke | |
| The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' | |
| Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans | |
| Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance | |
| Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough | |
| Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff | |
| Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us.... | |
| (Big Punisher) My life...my life... | |
| CHORUS | |
| (Big Punisher) | |
| The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight | |
| I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right | |
| Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight | |
| Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light | |
| The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit | |
| Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live | |
| I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother | |
| Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer | |
| The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice | |
| Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life | |
| Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it | |
| Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit | |
| Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life | |
| It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life | |
| Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life | |
| Cock the hammer, in this mother****ing life, bitch |
| zuo ci : Lewis, Rios | |
| Intro | |
| Cuban Link Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks | |
| Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo | |
| Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? | |
| Big Punisher Stick around | |
| Cuban Link | |
| Yo, I plan to live a life aglamour | |
| Like my man Tony Montana | |
| Stand and pose in front of cameras | |
| With my golden silk pajamas on | |
| Smoking havanas, drinking Dom P | |
| Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I' m in the Diamante | |
| Counting my G' s, I' m out to be a millionaire | |
| Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air | |
| Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins | |
| Cuz if doesn' t make dollars, then it doesn' t make sense | |
| I represent, I' m in to be the king of New York | |
| Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts | |
| I' m the latino, that' ll take you to war like Al Pacino | |
| Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino | |
| Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters | |
| I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics | |
| Sitting on top of the world like the sun | |
| A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it' s Pun | |
| Big Punisher Chorus: | |
| It' s the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife | |
| Players who ain' t half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice | |
| Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice | |
| And get ready for the glamour life | |
| Triple Seis | |
| Ripped off from the Infiniti | |
| Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity | |
| Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make moves on my rivalries | |
| All eyes I be, on the quest for loot | |
| Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the bigjoker | |
| Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha | |
| Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun | |
| Big Punisher: Get the mother ing gun | |
| Since then I' ve become the one wanted for a lump sum of G' s | |
| Dirty rats pack gats for cheese | |
| Bullets of breeze at light speed | |
| Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds | |
| Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G' s | |
| Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys | |
| Please, no remorse for your two face | |
| Inside a symbol, my rifle out the mother ing suitcase | |
| You about to take who' s place? Not Seis... | |
| Your body' ll be laced, and left without a trace | |
| Big Punisher The glamour life, the glamour life, yo | |
| Big Punisher Chorus | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yo, I' ts the mother ing Don Cartagena | |
| The leader, Terror Squad cleaner | |
| Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira | |
| Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick | |
| Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit | |
| My squad' s equipped with an arsenal of ammunition | |
| Hollow tips an', cop killers with the | |
| Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days | |
| Nigga I' m staying paid, you' s a joke | |
| Always broke with your lazy ways | |
| Anyway, back to the subject, in the bubLex | |
| In the back seat, having rough sex | |
| I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit | |
| Think twice, I give Christ your kids | |
| I live life for gifts, keep the fire burning while the tires turning | |
| I blaze an L and seek a higher learning | |
| Kaiser' s learnin' everything illegally | |
| We could de friend for years, cross me once that' s thievery | |
| Big Punisher Chorus | |
| Armaggedon | |
| Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40' s in | |
| Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient | |
| Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went | |
| Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditoriums | |
| She for dough for opium, prostitute emporium | |
| 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian | |
| 8' s cup of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium | |
| Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia | |
| It' s get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia | |
| Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke | |
| Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke | |
| The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' | |
| Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans | |
| Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance | |
| Currency' s gonna murder me... It' s never enough | |
| Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff | |
| Calling Uncle Sam' s bluff dun, taxes don' t bite us, bite us.... | |
| Big Punisher My life... my life... | |
| CHORUS | |
| Big Punisher | |
| The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight | |
| I' m out to settle the score, let' s do it right | |
| Enough for looking at grave, It' s paying back tonight | |
| Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light | |
| The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit | |
| Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live | |
| I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother | |
| Now she' s fifty years old, pushing a hummer | |
| The glamour life, hand me a knife I' ll slice and dice | |
| Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life | |
| Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it | |
| Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit | |
| Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life | |
| It' s the glamour life, yo it' s the glamour, it' s the glamour life | |
| Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life | |
| Cock the hammer, in this mother ing life, bitch |
| zuò cí : Lewis, Rios | |
| Intro | |
| Cuban Link Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks | |
| Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo | |
| Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? | |
| Big Punisher Stick around | |
| Cuban Link | |
| Yo, I plan to live a life aglamour | |
| Like my man Tony Montana | |
| Stand and pose in front of cameras | |
| With my golden silk pajamas on | |
| Smoking havanas, drinking Dom P | |
| Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I' m in the Diamante | |
| Counting my G' s, I' m out to be a millionaire | |
| Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air | |
| Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins | |
| Cuz if doesn' t make dollars, then it doesn' t make sense | |
| I represent, I' m in to be the king of New York | |
| Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts | |
| I' m the latino, that' ll take you to war like Al Pacino | |
| Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino | |
| Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters | |
| I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics | |
| Sitting on top of the world like the sun | |
| A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it' s Pun | |
| Big Punisher Chorus: | |
| It' s the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife | |
| Players who ain' t half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice | |
| Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice | |
| And get ready for the glamour life | |
| Triple Seis | |
| Ripped off from the Infiniti | |
| Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity | |
| Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make moves on my rivalries | |
| All eyes I be, on the quest for loot | |
| Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the bigjoker | |
| Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha | |
| Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun | |
| Big Punisher: Get the mother ing gun | |
| Since then I' ve become the one wanted for a lump sum of G' s | |
| Dirty rats pack gats for cheese | |
| Bullets of breeze at light speed | |
| Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds | |
| Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G' s | |
| Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys | |
| Please, no remorse for your two face | |
| Inside a symbol, my rifle out the mother ing suitcase | |
| You about to take who' s place? Not Seis... | |
| Your body' ll be laced, and left without a trace | |
| Big Punisher The glamour life, the glamour life, yo | |
| Big Punisher Chorus | |
| Fat Joe | |
| Yo, I' ts the mother ing Don Cartagena | |
| The leader, Terror Squad cleaner | |
| Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira | |
| Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick | |
| Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit | |
| My squad' s equipped with an arsenal of ammunition | |
| Hollow tips an', cop killers with the | |
| Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days | |
| Nigga I' m staying paid, you' s a joke | |
| Always broke with your lazy ways | |
| Anyway, back to the subject, in the bubLex | |
| In the back seat, having rough sex | |
| I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit | |
| Think twice, I give Christ your kids | |
| I live life for gifts, keep the fire burning while the tires turning | |
| I blaze an L and seek a higher learning | |
| Kaiser' s learnin' everything illegally | |
| We could de friend for years, cross me once that' s thievery | |
| Big Punisher Chorus | |
| Armaggedon | |
| Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40' s in | |
| Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient | |
| Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went | |
| Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditoriums | |
| She for dough for opium, prostitute emporium | |
| 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian | |
| 8' s cup of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium | |
| Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia | |
| It' s get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia | |
| Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke | |
| Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke | |
| The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' | |
| Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans | |
| Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance | |
| Currency' s gonna murder me... It' s never enough | |
| Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff | |
| Calling Uncle Sam' s bluff dun, taxes don' t bite us, bite us.... | |
| Big Punisher My life... my life... | |
| CHORUS | |
| Big Punisher | |
| The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight | |
| I' m out to settle the score, let' s do it right | |
| Enough for looking at grave, It' s paying back tonight | |
| Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light | |
| The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit | |
| Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live | |
| I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother | |
| Now she' s fifty years old, pushing a hummer | |
| The glamour life, hand me a knife I' ll slice and dice | |
| Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life | |
| Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it | |
| Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit | |
| Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life | |
| It' s the glamour life, yo it' s the glamour, it' s the glamour life | |
| Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life | |
| Cock the hammer, in this mother ing life, bitch |
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