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 Oaktown I called Randy Olson 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 2 o'clock" I got dressed, smoking on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a big ol' 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 Everyday in the motherfucking Oaktown Just another motherfucking day for $hort Dog, you know what I'm saying? Roll up to the studio Lay down some funky beats Drink some of that Olde English Smoke some fat ones Fuck with my partner Big Banks came through and started mixing Sitting in the studio kick back listening To some funky ass shit from the Dangerous Crew Davey 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 tramps 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 run some drama 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 Yeah, them niggas from East Oakland be driving crazier than a motherfucker, man Niggas over there on the 84 beaming niggas always talking about, uhh "This how we drive on the '4, mayne, y'know" Doing donuts and shit, running all up on the curb Breaking up new cars and shit nigga Really though though, that's some Oakland shit, bitch It was me, Jacques, Beamin and Tilo Boo-Kicky Slow-Motion and PO Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog, and Big-E Gettin' high on Orral Street Bug, Joe-A, Ce-Ce and Mark Rolling four deep from Sobrani Park Howard came through from the B-Town Motherfuckers 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 playin? Seattle vs. 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 gamblin, 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 Yeah, I do that kind of shit, y'know, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing, little bitch $hort 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 saying? Bitch 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 How the police always tryin 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 eight guard posse Having 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 motherfucking freaknick Popped that pussy whole, fuck that weak shit You shoulda seen all the bitches on the street Niggas from Detroit was deep All my partner 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 We ain't going nowhere We gonna stay here another day, y'know It's just another day Oh, you know I guess I'll uh, get through and roll back to the Oaktown 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 Bitch