Same Sh** Different Day - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Same Sh** Different Day - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Young Gunz |
| Album | Brothers From Another |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crawford, Muhammad, Ries | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Crawford, Muhammad, Ries | |
| 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 25th' s for this | |
| I put up my ninnine | |
| 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 twosome | |
| 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. 145 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 64 blow em | |
| BOOOOOW You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Crawford, Muhammad, Ries | |
| 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 25th' s for this | |
| I put up my ninnine | |
| 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 twosome | |
| 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. 145 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 64 blow em | |
| BOOOOOW You hear that mothafuckin knock nigga |
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