Just Another Day lyrics

[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 Austin 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 n*gga, 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, b*tch, it's just another day

[Interlude]
Every day in the motherf*cking Oaktown, just another motherf*cking day for Short Dog, 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, f*ck wit my partner
[Verse 2]
Big Banks came through and started mixing
Sitting in the studio kick back listening
To some funky ass sh*t 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 n*ggas 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, b*tches everywhere
I'm leaning hard to the left like a big shot
Checking out the hoes seeing who'll get knocked
Cause when you f*ck with Short you get f*cked quick
I run some drama on your ass and make ya suck di*k
Ride through the OZ beaming it slow
Talking that sh*t how n*ggas on the four
Drive crazy, trying to tear up sh*t
It's just another day in Oakland, b*tch
[Interlude]
Yeah them n*ggas from East Oakland be driving crazier than a mothaf*cker man
n*ggas over there on 84 beamin n*ggas always talkin about uhh: "This how we
Drive on the '4 mayne, y'know." Doing donuts and sh*t, running all up on the curb
Breaking up news cars and sh*t n*gga. Really though though, that's some Oakland sh*t b*tch

[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
Motherf*ckas 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
n*ggas 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? f*ck that sh*t
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 Short
[Interlude]
Yeah I do that kind of sh*t y'know, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing little b*tch. Short Dog's in the motherf*cking 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?.............b*tch

[Verse 4]
I was high as f*ck on the airplane
Thinking to myself 'bout street game
How a black man'll do you in a minute
Walk around the corner see some sh*t and get in it
How the police always trying to catch us
Fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas
Gangsta ass n*ggas from the fifth and the third
Take yo ass there n*gga, f*ck 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 Apgar 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 motherf*cking freaknick
Popped that pus*y ho, f*ck that weak sh*t
You shoulda seen all the b*tches on the street
n*ggas 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, b*tch

[Interlude]
We ain't going nowhere, we gonna stay 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 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....b*tch