Livin’ Like I’m Dyin’ Tech N9ne (Ft. Ces Cru, Krizz Kaliko & Kutt Calhoun)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Living like I'm dying tomorrow, ain't no time for no sorrow
Throw on my platinum Movado, Robert Graham on my collar
Spray Luciana Soprana, holla at a mama who's na-nas
Lava hot like carne asada, scholar with a bra like Toccara
Balla, I got a few dollars, hamdulillah, my father taught us to
Follow Qu'ran and not Osama bin Lada, my mama was not a-
Part of Islam but God is her water, so why does the-
Sickness got her like a llama just shot her
Goosfraba, woosah, I gotta get outta this rah-rah
And fly to Hono-lulu, inside a grotto
'Bou Lou and five la matas
No yada-yada, they ride on this rod and bob you then swallow
Sun got us all the color of Shabba
Then I pop the bottle of Moscato
Ride away on my Yamaha
Vamonos, I promise I'm never the one to be monitored
By the blue collar copper, we call him Erik Estrada
Got a wad in my Levi's and a nigga never got to borrow!

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I'm living like I'm dying tomorrow
So I gotta do a lot of living today
I think I'm gon' drown in a bottle
And party like I think about to go in a day
I'm seeing lots of pretty women so you know I'm going in
They gon' blow this whole world up so I'mma party until then