Lyrics:

Young! It's the life
Once again it's the life, yes
I don't know why, I... get so high, oh
It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do
Get so high, oh, get so high, high off the life

The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life – fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women-friends get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice, get their winters replaced with
The sun – it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded
Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it
I put my feet in the footprints left to me
Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy
Man, my brother hustled so, naturally
Up next was me, but what perplexes me
Shit, I know how this movie ends, still I play
The starring role in 'Hovito's Way'

It's just the life – I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!)
But every time I felt 'That was that,'
It'd call me right back
It'd called me right back
Man, it'd call me right back (Oh no!)

I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Peel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda
Turn the pot up, make a soufflé
All of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say 'hooray' to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game
Putting 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train:
All in the name of love
Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came
Over the house, to take back everything that they claimed
Or even the worse pain is the distress, learning you're the mistress, 
Only after that love gets slain, and the anger and the sorrow mixed up
Leads to mistrust – now it gets tough to ever love again
But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name
To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes:
We all hustlers in love with the same thing

It's just the life – I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!)
But every time I felt 'That was that,'
It'd call me right back
It'd call me right back
Man, it'd call me right back (Oh no!)

I never felt more alive than riding shotgun
In Klein's green 5', until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need –
What the game did to my pulse – with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won't come close
The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts
And I'm just a moth addicted to the floss
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just love to get high
Drink, lights, smoke, the blueberry sky
Blink twice – I'm in the blueberry 5'
You blink three times – I may not even be alive
I mean, even James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse
Of course...

I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!)
But every time I felt 'That was that,'
It'd call me right back
It'd call me right back
Man, it called me right back (Oh no!)

Once again, it's the life
Yeah, I said, it's the life
Once again, it's the life (Oh no!)
(I don't know why, I...)
(Get so high, oh...) Get so...
(Get so high, on...)
(Get so high, high off the life)