I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen phat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straight locked down But I gotta get dressed and hit the oak town I called randy often on the telephone Early in the morning but he still ain't home So I called ant banks to see what's up He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock I got dressed smoking on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a big old bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rolling Joint's still burning and I'm smoking I was on my way to San Jose To the stereo shop that make my music play Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playing Didn't take long for Joel and Janks to have me slumping So I called up boo what's up ni**a what you bout to do He said just kicking back waiting on the fellas Bout to go eat at Della's I said it sure sounds good to me I can't go though gotta hit myrtle street Passed the acorns on my way b**ch it's just another day Every day in the motherf**king oak town just another motherf**king day For short Dawg you know what I'm saying roll up To the studio lay down some funky beats Drink some of that old English smoke some fat ones f**k wit my partner Big banks came through and started mixing Sitting in the studio kick back listening To some funky a** sh*t from the dangerous crew Debbie d came through with FM blue Shorty b rolled up smoking fat ones Pee wee had a crew in the back room Goldie had the tramp giving head breaking off Rapping Ron and Diddley Dog Twin one and two is telling stories Bout beating down niggas for the glory Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town Everybody getting high trying hard to clown I had to go shop before its time to leave I dipped to the mall flipped me some jeans Rolled on out like a play a Hot a** day b**ches everywhere I'm leaning hard to the left like a big shot Checking out the hoes seeing who'll get knocked Cause when you f**k with short you get f**ked quick I rub some cum on your a** and make ya **** **** Ride through the oz beaming it slow Talking that sh*t how niggas on the four Drive crazy trying to tear up sh*t It's just another day in Oakland b**ch Yeah them niggas from east Oakland be driving crazy than a mothaf**ker man Niggas over there on 84 beaming niggas always talking about uhh this how we Drive on the 4 mayne you know doing donuts And sh*t running all up on the curb Breaking up news cars and sh*t ni**a really though though that's some Oakland sh*t b**ch It was me jaque beaming and Tilo Boo kicky slow motion and PO Spud ju ju frog and big e Getting high on Orral street Bug Joe A Ce Ce and mark Rolling four deep from Sobrante park Howard came through from the b town Motherf**kas getting high it's going down It's the same everyday everyday it's the same But that night we hit the hoop game Who was playing Seattle versus golden state Hollered at the home boy Gary pay ton After the game we went to his house NBA jams turned us out Niggas talking bout slamming bones Any kinda way to get your gamble on Bet all you kept hearing was bet Dice game on the pool table f**k that sh*t I ain't going outta town broke I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke Think I'm gambling you must be insane It started getting late I had to catch that plane So I cut to the airport Just another day for too short Yeah I do that kind of sh*t you know it ain't No thing but a chicken wing little b**ch short dog's in the motherf**king house Kicking it with QDIII on the la scene ain't no thing baby cause uh We coming up in the game that's how we do we getting money and We go here and there and we clock the bank you know What I'm saying b**ch I was high as f**k on the airplane Thinking to myself about the street game How a black man do you in a minute Walk around the corner see some sh*t and get in it How the police always trying to catch us Fell asleep and woke up in Houston Texas Gangsta a** niggas from the fifth and the third Take yo a** there ni**a f**k what ya heard Next night we did a show in new Orleans Same gangstas same old scene Yelling at seventh at ninth ward I see my homies from the third and the fourth It was me big dog and the 8 guard posse Having fun and you just can't stop me I did a show in Birmingham Alabama Then caught an airplane in Atlanta I heard about the motherf**king freak nick Popped that p**sy ho f**k that weak sh*t You should a seen all the b**ches on the street Niggas from Detroit was deep All my partners from the o flew up And they was slanging that danky stuff Getting high with some brothers from Miami and Cleveland Kicking back talking bout we ain't leaving b**ch We ain't going nowhere we gonna sit here another day you know It's just another day oh you know guess I'll uhhhh get through And roll back to the oak town Riding with the Cadillac club or something you know F r o g old school too clean in the house Biatch QDIII on the beat I wanna say what's up to little Darrell my partner d what's up d baby All my partners in the pen north county Santa Rita my brother Wayne Loc It's just another day b**ch