Daily Routine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Shit gets funky in the deuce They wanna catch a nigga like Legitimate loose I keep a sprayer, player, and that's on the gooch 'Cause niggas nowadays be missin' on a fluke It's Legit, bitch, and yeah, I'm down Strikin' like a match, mayne, back to the town Thinkin' of the days when I was grindin' in slums Hillside, Cali, mayne, servin' 'em love And $19.50 wasn't getting you shit You needed 20 bucks to fuck with a hit You never seen a big nigga run so fast Four white men in a van yell "task" On that ass but I'm out And nigga I doubt if the one-times could find my route Runnin' through the creek splish-splashin' I hit the picket fences, threw my stash in Two par nine and eleven be hatin' a Nigga like Legit, 'cause shit, I'll be shakin' her Roll it one time for the green, you know what I mean? It's just my daily routine [Verse 2] I'm a danksta, right? The gangsta type To mob on Rally's with the gangsta whites Beanie cap fouls with my mug on mean And cleaner than a nigga ridin' Vogues and Zeens Vogues out low 'cause Legit rides slow Full of the dank but I can do that, though I scope the whole block and then I bump the sounds By-nines hittin' like 15's now Homies give it up when I'm seen on site I might give it back or just show I'm tight Stop at the light like the car's in park I slap it low and let the Cut' dog bark I'm outta there, man, and left the homies sprung Plus the doobie I was smoking was burning my thumb With that, I'm out, and off the scene And back to the track, mayne, 'cause it's a daily routine [Verse 3] Early morning call for the wake I gotta get dressed, and go and cop a cake My beeper going off about a thousand times straight The brothas buying O's on the block can't wait So I'm on the mix, and bringing it back Hard white solid good A-1 'gnac Comin' through slammin' at your porch side I was even droppin' D in the northside So ask any pigeon 'cause I'm sure he's heard The Click crew niggas was servin' them birds Rollin' on the cuts with the boom blam bloom And taking y'all bitches to the motel room Or either at the condo with the Kenwood loud And smoking more dank than the law could allow The bitches did the dishes and washed the clothes We even had the hoes who shined up Vogues Mobbed around town like a candidate I even got danked on the Interstate Whatever it takes to make or stack me some green I was wit' it, mayne, 'cause it's my daily routine