It Was a Great Day lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & (Pharrell)]
See it's funny right?
I had a real good day yesterday
And then today, I had an even better day
('Sup L.A? Haha)
But the thing is, AMG we signed another deal today
(Skateboard P)
So tomorrow is gon' be great

[Verse 1]
Yo
Me and a few shorties
Landed on a tour met Paris Hilton right before me
Long Beach, where skinny n*ggas carry strong heat
And take giant steps like King Kong's feet

[Break]
It's Gangsta Grillz ya bast*rds

[Verse 1]
Yo
Me and a few shorties
Landed on a tour met Paris Hilton right before me
Long Beach, where skinny n*ggas carry strong heat
And take giant steps like King Kong's feet
I'm in the 'Burban, the window's down I'm feelin' fervent
Where palm trees and trash clash, I'm so observant
Got my connections to I-C-E
So no matter what sets we on it's like TV
The b*tches got hay fever, their face turn red
Because they say "Hi" with their eyes, but I'm not a hay reader
This ain't a game and there ain't no play meter
I can read her mind and, it says "Feed her"
We go to Matsuhisa's where it ain't a lot of people
Where they look at your watch, and proper they will treat you
Me and my n*ggas toast we seen the best of the boats
Next year in Aspen, we gon' ski the rest of the slopes
Mind your business that's just a note
And don't be flexin' your coat 'less you expect to float
That ain't no threat, and it's less than a joke
These n*ggas mark men, marksmen professional
They from the jungle where baking soda dress the coke
And uphill addicts watch their skin just float
Huh, but today was a good day
[Verse 2]
In my chain I got the pink Laffy Taffy, the white Laffy Taffy
The blue Laffy Taffy, the yellow is so flashy
But it wasn't always like this exactly
n*ggas laughed at me, the b*tches treated me nasty
I was a backpacker, now the gat-grabber
The only elevation seemed like the crack ladder
But then I heard Del, and the Hieroglyphics
And The Pharcyde and the Tribe "Can I Kick" sh*t
Got my backpack, started raisin' my knees
Stompin' in place while my n*ggas makin' G's
Rapping to myself man even making beats
And the milli's keep my chilly man I keep makin' heat
I'm like a vato you ain't takin' sh*t
And since I was about 9 I've been skatin' please
Now I'm in the hills with some US Magazine ho
Tellin' me to call her on ICECREAMs her dream clothes
Game like a tendril, money like a spin wheel
And retarded is my pencil don't give the n*gga one inch he'll
Go yard, I rock Goyard, "What's that?" Oh god
I deal with LV but that's so hard
But I stick with LV cause I get it no charge

[Outro]
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