Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Today's Your Day (Whachagonedu?), artist - Fatlip. Date of issue: 19.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Today's Your Day (Whachagonedu?) |
| Oh nooo, no uunh nahhh |
| Fatlip, chali 2na |
| Ah ha ha ha |
| Yeahhhhhh |
| I paid my dues, refuse to lose, so fuck the blues |
| And ya bad news, you can trip if you choose |
| While I sip booze, On a seven day cruise |
| In Louis Vuitton shoes with floozies by the Doz |
| The good life, talkin' bout the good life |
| Live it up for a little while |
| Then go to the hood to get a good wife and settle down |
| But for now I’m studyin' Tao |
| Refuse to allow Myself to defile like when I was sniffin' piles |
| Still got trials and tribulations |
| Refinement from cultivation takes patience I’m waitin' |
| Paper chasin' to get a place like Payton |
| Politickin', interfacin', business relations |
| Build a empire from the underground, then retire |
| Who said I was on crack?, you’s a mothafuckin' liar! |
| See me in the trenchcoat, but missed the joke |
| So fuck the hopes, my mission is this: |
| Get in position to assist my folks |
| Huh? |
| Get in position to assist my motha, m-my motha, and my auntie, and my uncle, |
| my folks, you know? |
| Today’s your day, baby |
| Whachagonedu? |
| I know, what do I know? |
| Lurkin' five-oh, puffin' dro |
| Tryin' to dive slow, wicked fly flow |
| Intimate verses that hit surface with quick service |
| But never nervous in this big circus |
| A quick purchase of green foliage, and clean bowl hits |
| Redeems focus when it seems hopeless |
| Supreme dopeness on plain paper for you plan rapers |
| This landscaper’s scrapers abrasive as sandpaper |
| Don’t try to fan vapors, you caught this onslaught |
| Reforms start for those who perform be pure slop |
| For sure shot I’ll handcuff a |
| Word muffler heard 'nuff of the bullshit |
| You nerds suck up out the back gate |
| Lyrics so pregnant we lactate |
| Get your facts straight, we stack papes and crack plates |
| Over wax snakes who pack hate, they lack faith |
| While 2na and Fatlip put you in a relaxed state like |
| What I’m gon' do? |
| You know, get me a six |
| And fresh kicks, pickin up chicks |
| When I’m up in the mix |
| Can’t predict my art shoulda hit the top of the charts |
| But my heart’s in the right place, nice headspace |
| Slow paced from the buddha, but not the bass |
| Not a moment to waste |
| Thirty three, no degree or GED |
| My mind’s free, I learn without bein' taught |
| I see how the battle’s fought |
| It’s opposite of how I thought |
| I woke up, opened my eyes up, wised up |
| Rised up to the game, time to change my name |
| Edy Crahp, comin' with different shit, Edy Crahp |
| Write it down niggas, hear the reverse significance? |
| It’s terrific when I’m on top of my game |
| Specifically speaking, the way I be freakin' my slang |
| Give me the mumu, the poopoo, and the mic and I’m creased |
| Fatlip, Squeak-E Clean, don’t stop, don’t cease |