Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Day I Smile, artist - Juelz Santana. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
One Day I Smile |
| Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah |
| Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind |
| Memories of Big, all in the lime light |
| All of the time, all on his grind, right |
| I’m blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops |
| Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots |
| And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind |
| I tell him stay up, cause in there it’s a different grind |
| I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin' |
| Big L still rappin', like it never happened |
| I got a sixth sense with me, God picked then sent me |
| To this earth place, to win in the first place |
| Visions of mommy, on an island somewhere |
| Yeah, I designed just for my mommy, oh! |
| My whole life is a blessin', that’s why I’m so nice, so right |
| Approach mics with aggression |
| I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in |
| I write about me, and the life of my henchmen |
| I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce |
| That was nights, that was life on the stoop |
| This shit gotta change, can’t forget the hard white in the boot |
| White car stripped with the blue |
| NARCs parked right in the coupe, damn |
| They ridin' around with a license to shoot |
| I’m ridin' around with no license and hoop, follow me now |
| Follow me down, this yellow brick road |
| 187, hello, every ghetto’s zip code |
| I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right |
| Had to switch the race up, now I’m better off |
| Met Cam set it off, did the mixtape now look Dipset is off |
| Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all |
| First writers refusal, Dame wouldn’t let us off |
| So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius |
| Cam goes platinum, the 'Set is up next |
| A double album, we set for the best |
| Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed |
| But still I’m here in the flesh, handing you breath |
| Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana Robb Report |
| I bring you more than just music |
| I bring you me and all of my movement |
| I bring my whole life all in the booth, shit |
| And I’m all in the booth with, the headphones on |
| The lights cut down, and all of this true shit |