Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daily Routine , by - B-Legit. Song from the album Tryin' To Get A Buck, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.02.1995
Record label: Block Movement
Song language: English
Daily Routine |
| Shit gets funky in the deuce |
| They wanna catch a nigga like Legitimate loose |
| I keep a sprayer, player, and that’s on the gooch |
| ‘Cause niggas nowadays be missin' on a fluke |
| It’s Legit, bitch, and yeah, I’m down |
| Strikin' like a match, mayne, back to the town |
| Thinkin' of the days when I was grindin' in slums |
| Hillside, Cali, mayne, servin' ‘em love |
| And $ 19.50 wasn’t getting you shit |
| You needed 20 bucks to fuck with a hit |
| You never seen a big nigga run so fast |
| Four white men in a van yell «task» |
| On that ass but I’m out |
| And nigga I doubt if the one-times could find my route |
| Runnin' through the creek splish-splashin' |
| I hit the picket fences, threw my stash in |
| Two par nine and eleven be hatin' her |
| Nigga like Legit, ‘cause shit, I’ll be shakin' her |
| Roll it one time for the green, you know what I mean? |
| It’s just my daily routine |
| I’m a danksta, right? |
| The gangsta type |
| To mob on Rally’s with the gangsta whites |
| Beanie cap fouls with my mug on mean |
| And cleaner than a nigga ridin' Vogues and zeens |
| Vogues out low ‘cause Legit rides slow |
| Full of the dank but I can do that, though |
| I scope the whole block and then I bump the sounds |
| By-nines hittin' like 15's now |
| Homies give it up when I’m seen on site |
| I might give it back or just show I’m tight |
| Stopped at the light like the car’s in park |
| I slap it low and let the Cut' dog bark |
| I’m outta there, man, and left the homies sprung |
| Plus the doobie I was smoking was burning my thumb |
| With that, I’m out, and off the scene |
| And back to the track, mayne, ‘cause it’s a daily routine |
| Early morning call for the wake |
| I gotta get dressed, and go and cop a cake |
| My beeper going off about a thousand times straight |
| The brothas buying O’s on the block can’t wait |
| So I’m on the mix, and bringing it back |
| Hard white solid good A-1 yack |
| Comin' through slammin' at your porch side |
| I was even droppin' D in the northside |
| So ask any pigeon ‘cause I’m sure he’s heard |
| The Click crew niggas was servin' them birds |
| Rollin' on the cuts with the boom blam boom |
| And taking y’all bitches to the motel room |
| Or either at the condo with the Kenwood loud |
| And smoking more dank than the law would allow |
| The bitches did the dishes and washed the clothes |
| We even had the hoes who shined up Vogues |
| Mobbed around town like a candidate |
| I even got danked on the Interstate |
| Whatever it takes to make or stack me some green |
| I was wit' it, mayne, ‘cause it’s my daily routine |