Same Shit, Different Day Lyrics - Singles - Young Gunz

Intro: Young Neef] 

Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin knock nigga 

G.I.F.I. 

Rocafella records you know 

[Verse 1: Young Neef] 

Said it's a nice day out 

And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive 

Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives 

Said is they seen high 

I rather go beam mine 

Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine 

Plus it's more cleaner and the system be knockin 

The girls be watchin 

So these niggaz be plottin 

It happens often 

They can't stand a Youngin flossin 

Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin 

I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up 

Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S Dots up 

'Fore I can take a step 

These niggaz is yellin back 

I get the roll em, drop my hand and they foldin 

Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin 

Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen 

Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin 

Why you think the chickens be rollin 

We got 'em goin 

[Chorus 2x: Young Neef] 

You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn) 

J.L.'s ready to pop nigga (uhn) 

Either Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn) 

White on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn) 

[Verse 2: Young Chris] 

Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed 

Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there 

Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here 

The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there 

Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother 

Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her 

A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind 

Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the lines 

Get 'em and use em 

So we confuse 'em how we do's em 

Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some 

Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to these bitches 

I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches 

Nice day out, comin through, clearin the way out 

Two new marita's hollerin soon as they skate out 

Fit the collar big shit just lettin eight out 

Guaranteed to lay a nigga straight out 

Try it nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Young Chris] 

Love how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin 

Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it steppin 

P.T. 1-4-5 give me your necklace 

As I expected, you necked go think a second 

Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record 

Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it 

Ladies love it, the streets ready as they except it 

And show you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh 

[Young Neef] 

Mothafuckas better run, just got me another one 

That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun 

Fresh out the box with it 

Pop fly ya ass'll get mopped with it 

I pop outta something that's dark tinted 

Round the way all day that's just how I'm rollin 

Need no victims, no modems 

Just a bunch of them cold ones 

Talking shit like I owe em 

Till that 6-4 blow em 

BOOOOOW 

You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga