Текст, перевод и аккорды “What Cha Day About”
- [Verse 1] Finally from every dimension with few restrictions From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise The lies got two disguises, the surprise Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert The street talkers say the worst So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules A killer could be just as cool, it's no image Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who It's the game that chooses you A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove Maintainers never blow they cool Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live Slim with a gorilla vibe Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry [Chorus] Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?) Playing chess in the park (What your day about?) Taking trips every week (What your day about?) Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?) Getting money all night (What your day about?) Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?) Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?) Get respect in the street (What your day about?) [Verse 2] Young in the mind with a old spirit Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music Expressed through slow lyrics I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch Believe it's the same me ducking the D's Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless Psychologically, I show amazement Salute, been blessed with the [...?] of a coupe Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping Fuck niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that [Chorus] [Verse 3] From the streets to the track board Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize We all uncivilized, the trained behavior As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic I travel through the blocks that's dimmest Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate With the hunger of a heavyweight I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees Every verse is like a o-z I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money The trick is to flip money, double up Dirty or legit money, it's all the same [Chorus 2X]
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