E.S.G., or Cedric Hill as he was born, is a rapper from Houston, Texas (although he was born in Louisiana and moved to Houston later in life) who played a key role in the development of Houston’s ‘Chopped And Screwed’ sound alongside DJ Screw in the mid to late ’90s, beginning with his debut LP “Oceans Of Funk” in 1994. The more popular songs from this album were repackaged with new songs and released as a faux-sophomore effort by Perrion Entertainment in 1995, as the landmark “Sailin’ Da South”. This album contained several radio-friendly, summery tracks, none moreso than Swangin’ & Bangin’, which was also re-worked (or “screwed”) by close friend DJ Screw. Both the original track and its slowed down alter-ego cemented Hill’s place as a mainstay in the burgeoning Houston rap scene and also the wider southern rap movement.
E.S.G. spent several years in jail following an incident in which his partner was shot dead in a home invasion. E.S.G. returned fire and killed the intruder (“Nigga broke in my crib, shot my partner in the head, so I grab my chopper left a bitch nigga dead”). He was subsequently charged with first degree murder and was incarcerated before beating the charge. “Sailin’ Da South” was released and gained him notoriety while he was on lock.
He was then released and increased his workrate, releasing Return Of The Living Dead shortly after in 1998. He is an original member of Screwed Up Click, the group formed by the late DJ Screw.
E.S.G. is known for having ongoing beef with other Houston rappers, namely Slim Thug, whom Hill claims cut him out of a potential deal, and also Lil’ Flip, for reasons less publicly documented (“Had Flip under my wing, Slim Thug too, and both them niggaz switch like some homosexuals do”).
E.S.G. is married and has a son and a daughter. His father died from complications related to Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome / Human Immunodeficiency Virus during E’s childhood in Bogalusa, Louisiana (“Then my daddy died, he had full blown AIDS, he was tootin’ up, then that nigga started shootin’ up”). This left E with his uncle as his primary male role model during his youth (“Uncle started recruitin’ us, he was hustlin’ crack, it’s safe to say I was born in the trap”).
In the early ’90s, he moved from Bogalusa to nearby Lafayette, Louisiana, while attending USL (University of Southern Louisiana), before again moving to Houston, Texas, where he made his name as a rapper (“Sold my first thirty Gs, game’s gettin’ deeper, moved to H-Town ‘cause the bricks were cheaper”).
Good Life
E.S.G. Lyrics
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(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Good life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Growing up in the ghetto, wasn't no love for us Gs
Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese
Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool
Prolly get two pairs of socks, and a damn Rubik's cube
Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes
Old dumb-ass nigga, can't pass the ties test
I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech
For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet
Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing
Prepare to roll, like I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin
Boss hogging big balling, me falling nigga never
Wide body Denali, metallic gray matching leather
Put it down for whatever, big Benz blue lens
With my killers right behind me, in that new S-10
See we took a few ends, now we making some millions
For the 2 triple O back in the do', and we living that
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Good life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
It's a lovely day, a lovely day
All work no play, for my thuggish ways
Nigga's hustling today, trying to stack me a bundle
When you balling in the jungle, now sometimes you fumble
I suggest you stay humble, keep from falling under
Hit the block drop the top, eight 15's of thunder
Let's get ready to rumble celebrating all night
Do a song one day, while two gray fog lights
Top dollar rottweiler, fighting pits no poodles
Millionaires still eating, Chimmy Chang's and noodles
Lamborghini's fettuccine, electric gates with genies
Codeine and Crystal, end and martinis
So tell me have you seen me, doing the thing G's do
Tailor made taper fade, on the cover of GQ screaming
(everybody's living the good life, under the sun)
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Good life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks, candy yacht bass fishing
Eddie Bauer Expedition, goin' be infloyd
2000 drop dogs, thank Gotti and Todd
Swift and Ken with skin, with two Canadian hoes
No pouring up of pints, syrup stains on the road
Tyte Eyez and Ronnie, D, Dolla and Reck
Need two forms of I.D., to cash this fat ass check
Almost wrecked the Vette, doing a hundred kilometers
So much ice in my mouth, I done cracked the thermometer
Ninja bikes for the summer, we Southside stunners
Boys got plex, you best to take a fucking number
Might as well call the plumber, they bust they windpipes
Screaming here they come, when they saw them new lights
It'll be alright, when I get seven figgas
And be in the basement, with that nigga named Tigga living
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Good life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Good life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
"E.S.G.'s Good Life" is a song about the high life that the rapper and his crew live after growing up in poverty. The lyrics talk about how they used to struggle in the ghetto, waiting in line for government cheese and getting meager Christmas presents, but now they live a very different life. They drive fast on the highway in a luxury car, sitting sideways and throwing up the peace sign. They have electric gates and Texas plates in their driveway, indicating that they have made it big in their home state. The rapper also mentions selling drugs on the internet and breaking boys off, which hints at his illegal past.
Throughout the song, E.S.G. emphasizes that he and his crew are living the good life. They are celebrating their success and wealth by riding around and enjoying the fruits of their labor. The rapper also suggests that others stay ahead in the game and keep up with high-tech advancements to succeed. He suggests staying humble and focused to avoid losing everything they have worked so hard for.
Line by Line Meaning
Good life, good life yeah
Life is good, and it should be celebrated.
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Driving at a high speed on the highway.
Good life, good life oh
Life is good, and it should be celebrated.
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Sitting comfortably in a six-seater car like a gangsta.
Good life, good life
Life is good, and it should be celebrated.
(Chunk the deuce out the Coupe, is the fly way)
Showing off and celebrating by throwing up a hand gesture.
Good life, good life
Life is good, and it should be celebrated.
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Living a luxurious life with electric gates and a Texas license plate in the driveway.
Growing up in the ghetto, wasn't no love for us Gs
The struggles of growing up in a poverty-stricken neighborhood where there wasn't much love.
Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese
Waiting for hours in line for government-provided food.
Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool
Not having enough money to fill up Christmas trees with ornaments and gifts.
Prolly get two pairs of socks, and a damn Rubik's cube
Only receiving simple gifts like pairs of socks or Rubik's cubes for Christmas.
Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes
Calling out others who skip school to hang out with bad influences.
Old dumb-ass nigga, can't pass the ties test
Mocking people who can't pass a simple test.
I suggest, boys stay ahead it's high tech
Encouraging young boys to stay ahead in life through advanced technology.
For this year 2000, I sell my bricks on the internet
Adopting new ways to sell illegal products on the internet during the year 2000.
Man I'ma wreck, break boys off and keep flossing
Boasting about breaking off competitors and flaunting money.
Prepare to roll, like I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin
Getting ready to move forward and dominate like Stone Cold Steve Austin in WWE.
Boss hogging big balling, me falling nigga never
Being in charge and leading the way, never falling or losing control.
Wide body Denali, metallic gray matching leather
Driving a wide-bodied Denali with metallic gray matching leather.
Put it down for whatever, big Benz blue lens
Being willing to do anything and owning a big Benz with blue lenses.
With my killers right behind me, in that new S-10
Being accompanied by dangerous people in a brand new S-10 truck.
See we took a few ends, now we making some millions
Making millions after starting with just a few dollars.
For the 2 triple O back in the do', and we living that
Living a luxurious life in the year 2000 after struggling in the past.
It's a lovely day, a lovely day
Acknowledging that it's a great day.
All work no play, for my thuggish ways
Working hard and not playing around because of the thuggish lifestyle.
Nigga's hustling today, trying to stack me a bundle
Working hard to make as much money as possible.
When you balling in the jungle, now sometimes you fumble
Even when doing well, sometimes things don't work out and mistakes happen.
I suggest you stay humble, keep from falling under
Encouraging to stay humble and not to fall behind.
Hit the block drop the top, eight 15's of thunder
Driving around with a convertible car and an impressive sound system.
Let's get ready to rumble celebrating all night
Getting ready to have a celebration that lasts all night.
Do a song one day, while two gray fog lights
Someday, creating a song with two gray fog lights in the background.
Top dollar rottweiler, fighting pits no poodles
Owning expensive Rottweilers and fighting pitbulls instead of poodles.
Millionaires still eating, Chimmy Chang's and noodles
Even millionaires still enjoy eating Chimmy Chang's and noodles.
Lamborghini's fettuccine, electric gates with genies
Owning a Lamborghini and electric gates with a genie feature.
Codeine and Crystal, end and martinis
Drinking a mix of Codeine, Crystal, and martinis.
So tell me have you seen me, doing the thing G's do
Asking if they've seen you living the life of a G.
Tailor made taper fade, on the cover of GQ screaming
Being on the cover of GQ magazine with a tailored taper fade haircut.
(everybody's living the good life, under the sun)
Acknowledging that everyone is living the good life under the sun.
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Had to work hard to get it, while others wonder how it was done.
Beach house by the docks, candy yacht bass fishing
Having a beach house by the docks and fishing on a candy yacht.
Eddie Bauer Expedition, goin' be infloyd
Driving an Eddie Bauer Expedition while listening to Pink Floyd music.
2000 drop dogs, thank Gotti and Todd
Thanking Gotti and Todd for being able to afford a Mercedes-Benz S-Class Cabriolet.
Swift and Ken with skin, with two Canadian hoes
Hanging out with friends Swift and Ken and two Canadian women.
No pouring up of pints, syrup stains on the road
Not pouring pints but spilling syrup on the road.
Tyte Eyez and Ronnie, D, Dolla and Reck
Hanging out with friends Tyte Eyez, Ronnie, D, Dolla, and Reck.
Need two forms of I.D., to cash this fat ass check
Having a check so large that two forms of identification are required to cash it.
Almost wrecked the Vette, doing a hundred kilometers
Almost crashing the Corvette while driving at a hundred kilometers per hour.
So much ice in my mouth, I done cracked the thermometer
Wearing so much icy jewelry that the thermometer in your mouth cracks.
Ninja bikes for the summer, we Southside stunners
Riding ninja bikes and being great on the Southside in the summer.
Boys got plex, you best to take a fucking number
Dealing with tough guys, and if you're a problem, you need to wait your turn.
Might as well call the plumber, they bust they windpipes
Causing so much damage that it's like their windpipes have been busted and they need a plumber.
Screaming here they come, when they saw them new lights
Excitement and screaming when people saw the new car lights.
It'll be alright, when I get seven figgas
Everything will be alright when I have seven figures in my bank account.
And be in the basement, with that nigga named Tigga living
Living in a basement with someone named Tigga, once I become wealthy.
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Written by: Cedric Dormaine Hill, Ronnie Spence
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