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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 straigt locked down

But I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown

I called Randy Olson 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 stero 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 anotha dayBig 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 $hort 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 anotha day in Oakland bitchIt 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 outa 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 anotha day for Too ShortI 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

Gangtas 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 gangstas 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 freaknick

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

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