Lloyd Banks - Just Another Day Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lloys Banks]Man what the ***** are you lookin forCan't a young nigga make money anymoreBlow a couple grand in the NBA storeWhap 24 thousand on the NBA floorNiggas Fiences bendin over on tourBein anti-social with a case of lock jawJust cause shorty look good doesn't mean you should goPuttin ice on the ***** like she won the superbowleven the trips are lowall these so called old heads just ain't the same niggas I usta knowI got a Houston HoeNaw she ain't the sharpest knife in the droar but she a damn good booster thoSee I can ***** a super model when my days worseIn a hole with a smile and a couple kids on her shirtI got a year into the gamea hundred forty one rocks layin on my chain (Gea!)[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]Just Another DayChillin in the hoodJust another day around the wayIm tipsy of the hennesseyWe ridin round with the 8 inch KNigga we don't playJust Another DayChillin in the hoodJust another day around the wayWe smoke about a pound a dayG-Unit we here to stayNigga We don't play[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Nevermind the lames in my eraThey all want me deadAnd I know it's over the way that I see breadHere I go, caught up in some he said she saidtill I go put a slug ????? headThe Tahoes, bulletproof so you can't get throughThey follow, Your ass and who ever ran with youAnd you about as assed out and 2 jammed pistolsWaitin around and punchin niggas who can't fit youSo Bring yours cause you know I got mine with me kidthe 8'll make u lose weight like missy didThe old G's trying to thier fony smilinrepretation always the rise on coney islandI match a local newstand jerkWHy the only XXL you've been in is your shirtand speakin of shirts get a new white teegod damn it feels good to me...nigga[Chorus: Lloys Banks][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]Now I'm goin , shoppin with a plastic card nowI'm growin, knockin international bras downThey Know em, not gonna even pat the star downI'm holdin, the glocks so don't even act that hard nowI might bust your gum but your gats are in the car clownsSo break your little weed off of crackin cigars downCause I ain't tryin to start my visitswith the *****in judge given niggas life like its parkin ticketsNow I get to goto bed with a modelAnd the crib is about as big as it is on the belvadeir bottleI got all kind of X i can ram in thier facesRed & blue pills like the man in the matrixyou might of spend some paper on your lil charm, butmy piece is about as heavy as lil jon cupbut, he's never tuck, Nigga I don't give a *****I get bucked before I give sumthin up...yup![Chorus: Lloyd Banks][Lloyd Banks]Gea!Man we hot as a *****!G-Unit!Lloyd Banks!Yee!
