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