Just Another Day

[Verse 1:] 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 Oaktown 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 nigga, 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, bitch, it's just another day [Interlude:] Every day in the motherfucking Oak-town, just another motherfucking 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, fuck wit my partner [Verse 2:] Big Banks came through and started mixing Sitting in the studio kick back listening To some funky ass shit 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 Rappin 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 playa Hot ass day, bitches everywhere I'm leaning hard to the left like a big shot Checking out the hoes seeing who'll get knocked Cause when you fuck with $hort you get fucked quick I rub some cum on your ass and make ya suck dick Ride through the OZ beaming it slow Talking that shit how niggas on the four Drive crazy, trying to tear up shit It's just another day in Oakland, bitch [Interlude:] Yeah them niggas from East Oakland be driving crazy than a mothafucker man Niggas over there on 84 beamin niggas always talkin about uhh: "This how we Drive on the '4 mayne, y'know." Doing donuts and shit, running all up on the curb Breaking up news cars and shit nigga. Really though though, that's some Oakland shit bitch [Verse 3:] It was me, Jaque, Beamin 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 Motherfuckas 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 Payton 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? fuck that shit 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 $hort [Interlude:] Yeah I do that kind of shit y'know, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing little bitch. Short Dog's in the motherfucking 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 sayin?.............Bitch [Verse 4:] I was high as fuck on the airplane Thinking to myself about The street game 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 trying to catch us Fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas Gangsta 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 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 motherfucking freaknick Popped that pussy ho, fuck that weak shit You shoulda seen all the bitches 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, bitch [Interlude:] We ain't going nowhere, we gonna sit here another day y'know, it's just another day, oh you know, guess I'll uhhhh, get through and roll back to the Oak-town Ridin 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, what's up D baby, all my partners in the pen: North County, Santa Rita. My brother Wayne Loc, it's just another day....bitch