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Too Short
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Just Another Day
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat 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 Orton on the telephone Early in the mornin' 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, smokin' on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin' Joint's still burnin' and I'm smokin'
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 playin' Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumpin'
So I called up Boo 'What's up nigga what you 'bout to do?' He said, 'Just kickin' back waitin' on the fellas 'Bout to go eat at Della's'
I said it sure sounds good to me I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street Passed the acorns on my way Bitch, it's just another day
Big Banks came through and started mixin' Sittin' in the studio kick back listenin' To some funky ass shit from the dangerous crew Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
Shorty B rolled up smokin' fat ones Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room Goldie had the tramps givin' head breakin' off Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog
Twin one and two is tellin' stories Bout beatin' down niggas for the glory Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town Everybody gettin' high tryin' hard to clown
I had to go shop fo its time to leave I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans Rolled on out like a playa Hot ass day, bitches everywhere
I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot Checkin' out the hoes seein' who'll get knocked 'Cause when you fuck with Short you get fucked quick I rub some cum on ya ass and make ya suck dick
Ride through the old scene beamin' it slow Talkin' that shit five niggas on the four Drive crazy, tryin' to tear up shit It's just another day in Oakland bitch
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com It was me, Jaque, Beamin and Tilo Boo-kicke slow-motion and PO Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog and Big-E Gettin' high on our street
Bug, Joe-A, Ce-Ce and Mark Rollin' four deep from Sobrani Park Howard came through from the B-Town Motherfuckas gettin' high it's goin' down
It's the same everyday everyday it's the same But that night we hit the hoop game Who was playin'? Seattle versus Golden State Hollered at the home boy Gary Payton
After the game, we went to his house NBA Jams, turned us out Niggas talkin' 'bout slammin' bones Any kinda way to get your gamble on
Bet, all you kept hearin' was bet Dice game on the pool table fuck that shit I ain't goin' outta town broke I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke
Think I'm gamblin', you must be insane It started gettin' late I had to catch that plane So I cut to the airport Just another day for Too Short
I was high as fuck on the airplane Thinkin' to myself about a street gang How a black man'll do you in a minute Walk around the corner see some shit and get in it
How the police always tryin' to catch us Fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas Gangta ass niggas from the fifth and the third Take yo ass there nigga fuck what ya heard
Next night we did a show, in New Orleans Same gangsta same old scene Yellin' at seventh at ninth ward I see my homies from the third and the fourth
It was me Big Dog and the eight guard posse Havin' fun and you just can't stop me I did a show in Birmingham, Alabama Then caught a plane in Atlanta
I heard about the motherfuckin' freak nick Popped that pussy hole fuck that weak shit You shoulda seen all the bitches on the street Niggas from Detroit was deep
All my patnas from the 'O' flew up And they was slangin' that danky stuff Gettin' high with some brothers from Miami and Cleveland Kickin' back talkin' bout we ain't leavin', bitch
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