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- Too Short Just Another Day 歌詞
- Too Short
- 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 aint home
So I called ant banks to see whats up
He said meet me at the studio at two oclock
I got dressed smoking on some serious dank
Grabbed my keys off the table and a big old bank
I hit interstate 80 and Im rolling
Joints still burning and Im 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 aint playing
Didnt take long for Joel and Janks to have me slumping
So I called up boo whats up ni**a what you bout to do
He said just kicking back waiting on the fellas
Bout to go eat at Dellas
I said it sure sounds good to me
I cant go though gotta hit myrtle street
Passed the acorns on my way b**ch its just another day
Every day in the motherf** king oak town just another motherf**king day
For short Dawg you know what Im 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
Im leaning hard to the left like a big shot
Checking out the hoes seeing wholl 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
Its 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 thats 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 its going down
Its the same everyday everyday its 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 aint going outta town broke
I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke
Think Im 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 aint
No thing but a chicken wing little b**ch short dogs in the motherf**king house
Kicking it with QDIII on the la scene aint no thing baby cause uh
We coming up in the game thats how we do we getting money and
We go here and there and we clock the bank you know
What Im 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 cant 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 aint leaving b**ch
We aint going nowhere we gonna sit here another day you know
Its just another day oh you know guess Ill 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 whats up to little Darrell my partner d whats up d baby
All my partners in the pen north county Santa Rita my brother Wayne Loc
Its just another day b**ch
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