Lyrics
Sipping on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Actin a fool
Walking around the house showing signs of stress
Beating on my thoughts like a real one with chess
Think I want a beer and some Hennesy and shit
A break from all the rumors
And the gossip need to quit
Think I'm gonna lose it if I don't never get a break
Fuckn around with time
Until your family pass away
Good times homie, yeh you know they never last
Cherish all your moments
And forget about the past
Trippin on some issues and it still ain't adding up
All you do is gossip and you never get enough
Families all we got
And why you jeopardizing that
Ain't nobody perfect why you acting like a brat
Man I learned a lot and I'm just trippin on my life
Only show your allegiance
To your kids and your wife
Spend a lot of time trying to put some shit together
Now we're writing rhymes just to write you all a letter
Sipping on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Actin a fool
Sippin on some Hennessy
and drifting on a memory
Thinking about the good times I invested with my family
Family is forever so you know we keep it lit
Nothing but my loved ones hella happy when we thick
Always looking forward to some music and some laughs
Northern Cali weather Bar-B-Q'in a couple of slabs
Never seen a party that be acting like we do
God I love my family and I hope they love me too
Clock is always ticking and its never showing mercy
Running out of time homie just the thought hurts me
That's why I keep it cracking with my homies and my family
Ducking all you haters and you bitches that be mad at me
Knowing I did my part had me resting up in heaven
Shout out to the homies from the 5's to the 7's
This one's for my family we were small now we deep
Growing up hungry we was broke now we eat
Sipping on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Actin a fool
Used to be a criminal running from the cops
Yeh I sold dope and I held a couple glocks
Still the same G if you fuckin with my folks
Like I know a pimp riding Cadillac vogues
Really on some other shit I'm riding through my life
Right here in my back is where they put another knife
Loc to the brain from the hood to the pad
All my real ones save my brother or my dad
Gotta love the ones spend time and always kick it
Then you say a prayer for the suckas who be wicked
Life's too short wanna scream and say bitch
Never giving up eating steaks like I'm rich
Northern Cali Hog old school when I ride
All red impala with my mother on my side
Family hella ghetto see us bumpin heads quick
Couple shots of Henny had me talking hella shit
Sipping on some Hennessy
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, yeah
Actin a fool
Written by: Rumaldo Perez
