Just Another Day Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Man, what the fuck are you lookin' for? 

Can't a young nigga make money any more 

Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store 

Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor 

Niggaz be on stage bendin' over on tour 

Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw 

Just 'cause shorty look good don't mean that you should go 

Puttin' ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl 

Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads 

Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know 

I got a Houston ho, nah she ain't the sharpest knife 

In the drawer but she a damn good booster though 

See I could fuck a supermodel in my day of work 

Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt 

I got a year into the game 

A 141 rocks layin' on my chain, geah 

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Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

I'm tipsy off the Hennessy 

We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play 

Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

We smoke a quarter pound a day 

G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play 

Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead 

And I know, it's all over the way I see bread 

Here I go, caught up in some he say, she said 

'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head 

The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through 

Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you 

And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols 

Bleedin' around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you 

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So bring yours 'cause you know I got mine with me kid 

The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did 

The O.G.'s tryin' to hide they phony smilin' 

Reputation always arise in Coney Island 

I'm at your local newsstand jerk 

While the only XXL you been in as a shirt 

And, speakin' of shirts, get a new white T 

Goddamn it feels good to be me, nigga 

Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

I'm tipsy off the Hennessy 

We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play 

Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

We smoke a quarter pound a day 

G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play 

Now I'm goin', shoppin' with a plastic card now 

I'm growin', knockin' international broads down 

They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down 

I'm holdin', a glock so don't even act that hard now 

You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown 

So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down 

'Cause I ain't tryin' to start my visits with the fuckin' judge 

Givin' niggaz life like it's parkin' tickets 

Now I get to go to bed with a model 

And the crib is 'bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle 

I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces 

Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix 

You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm 

But my piece is 'bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup 

But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck 

I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin' up, yup 

Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

I'm tipsy off the Hennessy 

We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play 

Just another day, chillin' in the hood 

Just another day around the way 

We smoke a quarter pound a day 

G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play 

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