Just Another Day

I woke up one day in Vacaville

Round the corner from the pen phat house on the hill

All the homies in the pen straight locked down

But I gotta get dressed and hit the oak town

I called randy often on the telephone

Early in the morning but he still ain't home

So I called ant banks to see what's up

He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock

I got dressed smoking on some serious dank

Grabbed my keys off the table and a big old bank

I hit interstate 80 and I'm rolling

Joint's still burning and I'm smoking

I was on my way to San Jose

To the stereo shop that make my music play

Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playing

Didn't take long for Joel and Janks to have me slumping

So I called up boo what's up ni**a what you bout to do

He said just kicking back waiting on the fellas

Bout to go eat at Della's

I said it sure sounds good to me

I can't go though gotta hit myrtle street

Passed the acorns on my way b**ch it's just another day

Every day in the motherf**king oak town just another motherf**king day

For short Dawg you know what I'm saying roll up

To the studio lay down some funky beats

Drink some of that old English smoke some fat ones f**k wit my partner

Big banks came through and started mixing

Sitting in the studio kick back listening

To some funky a** sh*t from the dangerous crew

Debbie d came through with FM blue

Shorty b rolled up smoking fat ones

Pee wee had a crew in the back room

Goldie had the tramp giving head breaking off

Rapping Ron and Diddley Dog

Twin one and two is telling stories

Bout beating down niggas for the glory

Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town

Everybody getting high trying hard to clown

I had to go shop before its time to leave

I dipped to the mall flipped me some jeans

Rolled on out like a play a

Hot a** day b**ches everywhere

I'm leaning hard to the left like a big shot

Checking out the hoes seeing who'll get knocked

Cause when you f**k with short you get f**ked quick

I rub some cum on your a** and make ya **** ****

Ride through the oz beaming it slow

Talking that sh*t how niggas on the four

Drive crazy trying to tear up sh*t

It's just another day in Oakland b**ch

Yeah them niggas from east Oakland be driving crazy than a mothaf**ker man

Niggas over there on 84 beaming niggas always talking about uhh this how we

Drive on the 4 mayne you know doing donuts

And sh*t running all up on the curb

Breaking up news cars and sh*t ni**a really though though that's some Oakland sh*t b**ch

It was me jaque beaming and Tilo

Boo kicky slow motion and PO

Spud ju ju frog and big e

Getting high on Orral street

Bug Joe A Ce Ce and mark

Rolling four deep from Sobrante park

Howard came through from the b town

Motherf**kas getting high it's going down

It's the same everyday everyday it's the same

But that night we hit the hoop game

Who was playing Seattle versus golden state

Hollered at the home boy Gary pay ton

After the game we went to his house

NBA jams turned us out

Niggas talking bout slamming bones

Any kinda way to get your gamble on

Bet all you kept hearing was bet

Dice game on the pool table f**k that sh*t

I ain't going outta town broke

I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke

Think I'm gambling you must be insane

It started getting late I had to catch that plane

So I cut to the airport

Just another day for too short

Yeah I do that kind of sh*t you know it ain't

No thing but a chicken wing little b**ch short dog's in the motherf**king house

Kicking it with QDIII on the la scene ain't no thing baby cause uh

We coming up in the game that's how we do we getting money and

We go here and there and we clock the bank you know

What I'm saying b**ch

I was high as f**k on the airplane

Thinking to myself about the street game

How a black man do you in a minute

Walk around the corner see some sh*t and get in it

How the police always trying to catch us

Fell asleep and woke up in Houston Texas

Gangsta a** niggas from the fifth and the third

Take yo a** there ni**a f**k what ya heard

Next night we did a show in new Orleans

Same gangstas same old scene

Yelling at seventh at ninth ward

I see my homies from the third and the fourth

It was me big dog and the 8 guard posse

Having fun and you just can't stop me

I did a show in Birmingham Alabama

Then caught an airplane in Atlanta

I heard about the motherf**king freak nick

Popped that p**sy ho f**k that weak sh*t

You should a seen all the b**ches on the street

Niggas from Detroit was deep

All my partners from the o flew up

And they was slanging that danky stuff

Getting high with some brothers from Miami and Cleveland

Kicking back talking bout we ain't leaving b**ch

We ain't going nowhere we gonna sit here another day you know

It's just another day oh you know guess I'll uhhhh get through

And roll back to the oak town

Riding with the Cadillac club or something you know

F r o g old school too clean in the house

Biatch QDIII on the beat

I wanna say what's up to little Darrell my partner d what's up d baby

All my partners in the pen north county Santa Rita my brother Wayne Loc

It's just another day b**ch