Another Blue Day

歌詞

Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feelin' good today Check it out, look They say rap is like a trap So I'm lookin' for the map to the back door Sometimes I sit and wonder what the fuck I'm rapping for So many cats more talented and never had a chance at it Not to mention niggas tryna damage it Cold hearted vandalists, fuckin up the culture They acting like its cosher to rap for the advantages Making the game scandalous Straying so far from the art You start to wonder if they ever was a fan of it I'm digging in the crates with the candles lit Lookin for a record to describe my anger so I can sample it Condense my feelings into sixteen bars And try to sugarcoat my quotes or they won't seem raw And I can tell what all your folk's dreams are Cause all the video shows is hoes jockin' niggas knockin' they cars Now the youngins want a piece of the pie So the devil let some starve n start feeding em' lies Now try to digest that And you wonder why we buy stress sacks The shit out when niggas dish out without exlax We tryna get out the west coast black It's a bad place to raise fam and I'll be damned if I ever get back Where shit's at now It'd make martin luther shake his head and sit back down Like "Did y'all niggas have the same dream" And malcom x would wonder "are y'all on the same team" The way these fiends keep drowning off in the mainstream The lame thing about it is the same teams that bought it Are probably skippin' this song Building walls around their ignorance defending whats wrong Instead of fighting for freedom That's why I only write what I believe in And nothing less [Chorus 2x] "Another" "1", "Another" "2", "Another "3" "Whatchu gon do" "Another" "4", "Another" "5", "Another day" "Stayin alive was no jive" I should have listened when my moms told my ass stay in class Shoulda listened instead of ditching to get a little ass Or maybe I shoulda listened to my pops When he told me hip hop won't do shit but keep me on the block Or maybe I should listen to my niggas pitchin' rocks Cause they pushin' nice whips from cookin' white bricks Or maybe I should be like my uncle That nigga pimpin' white chicks But none of them lead a life like this It's like the right do right just to try to stay the fuck outa hell But for me, I'm trying to stay the fuck out of jail Cause I can smell trouble comin' my way Plus there's so many reasons a nigga wanna keep a gun at his waist And it don't take much to make them pull out Cause niggas die for they rides, money and broads, or callin' the wrong hood out And suckas still trippin' on colors like a mutha fuckin' racist My cousin was bangin' at my aunt's cookout It's a full out war and i don't know who to listen to I thought rap was a positive gap that i could get into But nowadays you gotta bust a cap if they dissin' you Either that or be labled a bitch cause you didn't shoot It's hard to pick and choose right from wrong Like if you rap about freedom nobody likes your song But do a track about cheating, bitches will play it all night long See i don't get it why the rightous fall Like my ex used to bump Xzibit And her favorite line was "i be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings" Yet she don't want me trickin' around See she idolize the lifestyle but don't want none of it goin' down It's kinda like these phony clowns thinkin' they hood dwellers Actin' mafioso cause they seen Good Fellas Now they runnin' through the hood yellin' blu is buckin' round Bet you givin' your attention to me now