| Lyrics: | Just wakin' up in the mornin',
gotta thank God,
I don't know,
but today seems kinda
odd,
No barkin' from the dog,
no smog,
And Momma cooked my breakfast
with no
hog.
I got my grub on,
but didn't pig out,
Finally got a call from a girl
I
wanna dig out.
Hooked it up for later
as I hit the door,
Thinkin' will I live
another twenty-fo'?
I gotta go 'cause I got
me a drop-top,
And if I hit the
switch,
I can make the ass drop.
Had to stop at a red light,
Lookin' in my mirror,
not a jacker in sight,
And everything is alright,
I got a beep from Kim,
and she
can fuck all night.
Called up the homeys
and I'm askin' y'all,
Which park are y'all
playin' basketball?
Get me on the court
and I'm trouble,
Last week, fucked
around
and got a triple double,
Freakin' niggas every which way,
just like M.J.,
I can't belive today was a good day.
Creep to the pad
and hit the showers,
I didn't even even get no static
from the cowards,
'Cause just yesterday
them
fools tried to blast me,
they saw the police,
and they rolled right past me.
No
flection',
didn't even look
in a brother's direction,
As I ran the intersection,
Went to Short Dog's house,
they was watchin' Yo! MTV raps,
What's the haps on the
craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up,
shake 'em up, shake 'em,
Roll 'em in a circle of
niggas
and watch me break 'em,
With the seven, seven eleven,
seven eleven,
seven
even back do' little Joe,
I picked up the cash flow,
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