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Lloyd Banks
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Just Another Day
作詞:Tony Hester, Christopher Lloyd
Man, what the fuck are you lookin' for? Can't a young nigga make money any more Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz be on stage bendin' over on tour Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw Just 'cause shorty look good don't mean that you should go Puttin' ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know I got a Houston ho, nah she ain't the sharpest knife In the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could fuck a supermodel in my day of work Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt I got a year into the game A 141 rocks layin' on my chain, geah
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead And I know, it's all over the way I see bread Here I go, caught up in some he say, she said 'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols Bleedin' around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours 'cause you know I got mine with me kid The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did The O.G.'s tryin' to hide they phony smilin' Reputation always arise in Coney Island
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I'm at your local newsstand jerk While the only XXL you been in as a shirt And, speakin' of shirts, get a new white T Goddamn it feels good to be me, nigga
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
Now I'm goin', shoppin' with a plastic card now I'm growin', knockin' international broads down They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down I'm holdin', a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down 'Cause I ain't tryin' to start my visits with the fuckin' judge Givin' niggaz life like it's parkin' tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model And the crib is 'bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm But my piece is 'bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin' up, yup
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin' in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
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