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Here We Go Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

Everyday is the same day 

It's Groundhog day, it's Groundhog day 

 

Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes 

Put my dick in, grab the ashtray and take a tote from the lye 

Hear the folks outside, kids cutting school 

Grab the remote play the hot shit, of course my shit 

 

Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog 

Can't wait to ball, with my niggas God 

Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak 

Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot 

 

You know I can't leave my chrome that's my love jones 

Niggas in front of the building niggas making a killing 

But when I come through niggas catching they feelings 

'Cuz the fiends follow who 'cuz my bottles be spilling 

 

I can hear 'em now, "What'd he get a ship from Brazil?" 

"It's gotta be good look at the fiends leaving they children" 

And that's fucked up niggas mad 'cuz my pockets bucked up 

With my clique pull the truck up 

 

Yo hold up, let me get this dough before it slow up 

Then we can go see about some ass and go cut some hash 

This bundle is my last jump in the ride what's that 

DMX shit go head put it on my shit 

 

From look through my eyes 

Burning in hell, but don't deserve to be 

Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me 

 

Every day is the same day 

Just because they heard of me and they know that 

The dark is for real, the bark is for real 

When you see that spark it'll kill 

 

Ayo, go down to the fifth, aight 

You know where D and them be standing thick 

Fucking wit them chicks that strip and niggas that claim they spit 

But all I hear is they want out like I got my gun out 

 

'Cuz they rhymes run out, running off at the mouth 

Yo Ralph let's be out, back to the BX 

Royal blue Chevy followed by the GS 

Keep the guns heavy just in case some B.S. 

 

'Cuz niggas like to test me should I say he rest 

Hop on the celly, yo hit the deacon 

This nigga say he ain't got my money and I just don't believe him 

So we gonna give him a little scare 

 

Let him know whats love is love but with my slugs its no fair 

And how the soldiers come out of nowhere for the dollars 

And how we keep our products I'm a holla, tomorrow 

'Cuz for some reason it's always a hater around 

 

Then you know me, duffing 'em out and busting 'em down 

Then I drop off my nigga, pick up my chick up 

'Cuz she volunteer dick suck, with a little liquor 

Just watch out for her mister, now I'm in the crib 

 

Twisting out her rib 

Didn't hear the baby father coming with the kids 

Now I'm in some shit, and the closets un-roomy 

Plus to me that's unruly 

 

So I played like a robber running out flashing a tooly 

Got undressed when I got home didn't let nobody in 

Then I woke up the next morning the same shit happened again 

Everyday is the same day 

 

It's Groundhog day 

It's Groundhog day 

It's Groundhog day 

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