I woke up one day in Vacaville
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Round the corner from the pen
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Fat house on the hill
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All the homies in the pen straight locked down
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But I gotta get dressed & hit the oaktown
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I called Randy ??Olson?? on the telephone
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Early in the mornin' but he still ain't home
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So I called Ant Banks to see what's up
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He said meet me at the studio at 2:00
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I got dressed, smokin' on some serious dank
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Grabbed my keys off the table & a big ol' bank
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I hit interstate 80 & I'm rollin'
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Joint's still burnin' & I'm smokin'
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I was on my way to San Jose
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To the stereo shop to make my music play
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Cause one amp shut down & the bass ain't playin'
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Didn't take long, for Joel & Janks to have me slumpin'
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So I called Apu: what's up player? What you bout to do?
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He said, kickin' back waitin' on the fellas
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'bout to go eat at Della's
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I said it sure sounds good to me
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I can't go though, gotta hit Myrtle Street
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Passed the acorns on my way, fool. It's Just Another Day.
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Big Banks came through & started mixin'
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Sittin' in the studio kick back listenin'
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To some funky ass beats from the dangerous crew
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Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
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Shorty B rolled up smokin' fat ones
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Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room
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Goldie had the tramps givin' head breakin' off
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Rappin' Ron /Ant diddley-dog
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Twin 1 & 2 is tellin' stories
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'bout beatin' down fools for the glory
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Had to catch a plane that night & roll out of town
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Everybody gettin' high tryin' hard to clown
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I had to go shop fo' it's time to leave
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I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans
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Rolled on out like a player
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Hot ass day young tenders everywhere
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I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot
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Checkin' out the freaks/ seein' who'll get knocked
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Cause when you choose on $hort we don't date first
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I keep you out all night & make yo' lavel work
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Ride through the ??old?? scene ??beamin' it?? slow
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Talkin' that stuff bout' brothers on the fo'
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Drive crazy, /break some tie smokin'
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It's Just Another Day in Oakland.
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It was me, Jaque, ??Beamin'?? & ??T-Lo?
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??Boo kicke?? slow motion & ??P-O??
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Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog & Big E
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Gettin' high on our street
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Bug, Joe A, Ce Ce & Mark,
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Rollin' 4 deep from SobranI Park
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Howard came through from the B-Town
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Everybody gettin' high it's goin' down
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It's the same everyday everyday it's the same
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But that night we hit the hoop game
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Who was playin': Seattle versus Golden State
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Hollered at the homeboy Gary Payton
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After the game, we went to his house
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NBA Jams, tripped us out
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Talkin' real 'bout slammin' bones
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Any kinda way to get your gamble on
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Bet, all you kept hearin' was bet
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Dice game on the pool table I can't trip
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I ain't goin' out of town broke
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I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke.
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Think I'm gamblin'? You must be insane
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It started gettin late I had to catch that plane
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So I cut to the airport
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Just Another Day for Too $hort.
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I was high as hell on the airplane
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Thinkin' to myself about street gang
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How a black man'll do you in a minute
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Walk around the corner see some funk & get in it
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How the police always tryin' to catch us
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Fell asleep & woke up in Houston Texas
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Straight gangsta's from the 5th & the 3rd
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Check yo' ass there, forget what you heard
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Next night we did a show, in New Orleans
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Same gangsta's / same old scene
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Yellin' at 6th /that 9th ward
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I see my homies from the 3rd & the 4th
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It was me Big Dog & the EL Guarde posse
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Havin' fun & you just can't stop me
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I did a show in Birmingham, Alabama
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Then caught a plane / Atlanta
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I heard about the hoes at the freaknick
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Popped that gucci little tough all weekend
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You should've seen all the women on the street
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& brothers from Detroit was deep
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All my partners from the Oak flew up
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& they was slangin' that danky stuff
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Gettin' high with some brothers from MiamI & Cleveland
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Kickin' back talkin' 'bout we ain't leavin'.
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Just Another Day (Video Edit Version)
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