Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Cha Day About, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
What Cha Day About |
| Finally from every dimension with few restrictions |
| From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down |
| Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough |
| Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise |
| The lies got two disguises, the surprise |
| Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert |
| The street talkers say the worst |
| So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it’s just the rules |
| A killer could be just as cool, it’s no image |
| Camouflaged right next to the |
| Fools, so who’s who |
| It’s the game that chooses you |
| A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove |
| Maintainers never blow they cool |
| Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I’m feeling live |
| Slim with a gorilla vibe |
| Away from haters cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry |
| Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?) |
| Playing chess in the park (What your day about?) |
| Taking trips every week (What your day about?) |
| Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?) |
| Getting money all night (What your day about?) |
| Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?) |
| Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?) |
| Get respect in the street (What your day about?) |
| Young in the mind with a old spirit |
| Hot blood with a heart that’s so frigid, melodic music |
| Expressed through slow lyrics |
| I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don’t front |
| I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights |
| Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites |
| I’m felt, the ice in my ears don’t melt |
| I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won’t belch |
| Believe it’s the same me ducking the D’s |
| Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee’s |
| Appraise this, biological' I’m ageless |
| Psychologically, I show amazement |
| Salute, been blessed with the of a coupe |
| Hoping the real just respect what I’m trying to produce |
| Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping |
| Fuck niggas cause I been fire, that’s what’s that |
| From the streets to the track board |
| Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize |
| We all uncivilized, the trained behavior |
| As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic |
| I travel through the blocks that’s dimmest |
| Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate |
| With the hunger of a heavyweight |
| I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees |
| Every verse is like a o-z |
| I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing |
| It’s nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune |
| Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed |
| For women I’m the man of their dreams, stand alone |
| When I zone nothing coming between, let’s get money |
| The trick is to flip money, double up |
| Dirty or legit money, it’s all the same |