Lyrics:
a day in the life (of three black men)
It's just a day in the life (of three black men)
Day two, yo check this out
Every morning when I wake up,
too busy watchin' Luke, gettin' interviewed by Robin Leach
So if you're modest and don't hire economics
Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub
rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch, some niggas are scared to hit it
Fool I'm with it
So phone check, nigga get the fuck off the line
a plan to run these devil's off my motherfuckin land
Unless you were close, when I strained the operation
Yo, check the first to tool, when I guide
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
Got a rented Chevy, it's an out-of-towner
Leaning on the rack by the check-out counter
Got the Globe and the Star and some cayenne pepper
Promise
the Colosseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're
to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me
On the streets, not TV
It's an everyday, it's an all day
Devils and the cops will get me in
bounce back in
Crack that hen, I'm worldwide like a fifth of gin
Plus I'm in it to win, (realize), check it I'm checkin yo' chin
Ak south seven seven
My
through the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
but off the court he had a few temptations copulations
no moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
in her mouth, check it out, her gut
her butt, so rough, so tough, mmmmm
Bust a nut get up and pimp or shut the fuck up
Now what you gon' be nigga,
streets, so I run with the ghetto mob
They give me a ghetto check, three dollars that's no respect
Not enough to survive, so I break me a ghetto neck
I pop
want to get home before I'm burnt by the sun
I want to be free in peace love and harmony
But my Miranda be vanishing like Carmen see
Check
feet had passed us by
Make up the time, we have to try
Motionless, and revived
Up above, a blinding light
Once again, a different route
Give us
bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust
But y'all (dogs) soon will see (what's that?)
What we bringin' to this sheisty ass industry
Now
it down on our side of the town at any cost
And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on)
To my cousin G,
I know you're
town town
Next up
Yo I believe that's me
Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC
If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it
Keep your mind be strong
you can't be to impatient
the government is hatin
them sticker boards is waitn by your ride
you tired of the way that life is
SUPREME!
Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream
Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix
Hated 'cause I talk real shit bout a freak bitch
Peep
a stuck up kid
you did what folks expect
the mo you got consededthe mo you get the
check I bet
you hatin me now as I speak
but smile when you see me
vest we rip up
New Jerz, come check us
But don`t test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus
Act whatever, clap whatever
When we clap we clap
like dreams
They try to show us eternal things
And we decide if we will pay attention
But we're too busy to check the holes
That just keep
uh oh) ain't you a god
(Nuh uh oh) don't you pass me by
Here I am I'm on the scene
You're like I just came loose
And I got a shine on my shoes
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