Daily Routine - B-Legit

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