Good Day
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Early in the morning, grab my motherfucking red rag
Crease up my fit, clean up my kicks, throw on my Raiders hat
And I'm a loc so I proceed to keep it gangsta
Mobbin' down the street, I see the homies all flanged up
It's hella hot so I stop at the liquor store
Grab me a tall can and a Marlboro pack of four hoes
Stay on my toes, well aware when I'm mobbin'
They want us off the streets, SPD they can't stop it
And my clique runs deep, so deep
Lonely Boy and the locs just still creep
This one right here is for my brother that's behind bars
Don't get discouraged, get your money, throw it and stand tall
I feel with anger 'cause you're crooked and they do us wrong
Maintain composure little brother, you'll be coming home
Other than the ups and downs, man I'll be proud to say
Salinas, Killa Cali, today was a good day
Another morning mobbin', like dames we still hoppin'
Loc ridin' on that side and gangsters can't be stoppin'
Weapons keep on poppin', ain't nothing fucking changed
But different bitches jockin', so twisted when I bang
For my loved ones locked up, never going against the grain
Pina, Monstro, and that loc big train
So I puff on purple haze to keep my mind from going insane
Things seem kinda strange 'cause today it's a good day
One more blind of that cocaine mixed with that cold drink
Buzzing off the beats so cosmic loose and gots my mood blank
Almost every day the streets get blocked off by the yellow tape
Nothin' fool got but that's just his luck and now he's in the grave
Swag in the solitude, mobbin' down Main Street
Sippin' on the 40, driving hella crazy
With my homies yes, Lonely Boy we be like blaze me
Smoking on that bomb bud, yes it is so tasty
Early Saturday morning and I'm still free from the bars
I hit the block, I hear the glass packs from a Skylark
We stay dippin', pistol sippin'
Polished up my strap, tucked my rag and slapped my clip in
Toro Park is where it's at, barbecuing and shooting craps
I roll 7-11, so where's all the bud at?
Fine bitches by our side, bumping all these Eastside times
Glancing down the main, not a blocka in sight
I proceed to get my purp on, swig and get my swerve on
Smoking marijuana on the low low with my locs on
The sun begins to fall as I get a phone call
It's baby girl up on the line, screw me up and let's have a ball
I'm dippin', I'm divin', she's moanin' and she's screamin'
A taste of Santa Rita and I always wear a beanie
There's nothing left to do so what can I say?
I put my strap up in my garment 'cause today was a good day