A Toast to the Good Life

A Toast to Mr. Tagalucci And zipping open Louis duffle bags of lucci Bragging loosley, 'bout bagging hoochies No logos on the clothes but the tags say "Gucci" (nice) And everybody raise your glasses To beautiful tits and amazing asses Bring cigar cutters and a tray for ashes To money burials, hideaways, and stashes Thanks to DEA's getting slick They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick The lawyers, Ebanks, Sadler Life's a bitch and I probably could've had her Here's to no witnesses And playing dumb like "I don't know what this is" I'm forgetful that's why I keep my shit full Along with alarm systems and pit bulls Good food, still needs seasoning Gangsta POV, that's how we sees things It's talked about with good reasoning Over good steaks, and sweet Riesling Yeah, Beef is just an entrée Put stacks on a boy like his name "Andre" All the shootouts and the killings Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villains I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling And 2 baby nines that look cuter than some children Cheers, blood, sweat, and tears No room for emotions or fears It's the way, nothing more to say I make the call we could go to war today This is Loso's Way Follow me into Loso's Way