Too $hort - Just Another Day Lyrics

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 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 big old 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 stereo 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, "Kickin' back just waitin' 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

Every day in the motherfuckin' Oaktown
Just another motherfuckin' day for Short Dog
You know what I'm sayin'?
Roll up to the studio, lay down some funky beats
Drink some of that Old English
Smoke some fat ones, fuck wit' my partner

Big Banks came through and started mixin'
Sittin' in the studio kicked back listenin'
To some funky ass shit from the Dangerous Crew
Davey 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
Rappin' Ron and 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 shoppin' 'fore it's 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 Short you get fucked quick
I run some drama on your ass and make ya suck dick
Ride through the OZ beamin' it slow
Talkin' that shit 'bout niggas on the four
Drive crazy, tryin' to tear up shit
It's just another day in Oakland, bitch

Yeah, them niggas from East Oakland be drivin' crazier than a motherfucker, man
Niggas over there on 84 beamin'
Niggas always talkin about, uh, "This how we drive on the '4 mayne, you know"
Doin' donuts and shit, runnin' all up on the curb
Breakin' up new cars and shit, nigga
Really though though, that's some Oakland shit, bitch

It was me, Jaque, 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
Rollin' four deep from Sobrante 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' outta town broke
I gotta have a bank and 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 another day for Too $hort

Yeah, I do that kind of shit you know
It ain't no thing but a chicken wing little bitch
$hort Dog's in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' it with QDIII on the LA scene, ain't no thing, baby
'Cause, uh, we comin' up in the game that's how we do, we gettin' money
And we go here and there, and we clock the bank you know what I'm sayin?
Bitch

I was high as fuck on the airplane
Thinkin' to myself 'bout 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 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
Yellin' at seventh at ninth ward
I see my homies from the third and the fourth
It was me, Big Dog and the Apgar posse
Havin' 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 motherfuckin' Freaknik
Pop 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 slangin' that danky stuff
Gettin' high with some brothers from Miami and Cleveland
Kickin' back, talkin' 'bout we ain't leavin', bitch

We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay here another day, you know
It's just another day
Oh, you know, I guess I'll, uh
Get through and roll back to the Oak-town
Ridin' with the Cadillac Club or somethin', you know
F-R-O-G, old school
Too Clean in the house, bitch
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