Another Day Kurupt (Ft. Gonzoe & Slip Capone)

Intro:
(gangstas) let's spark up an idea, you know
(gangstas) I don't know why you cats
(gangstas) insist to get involved in our game man
I mean, drug money, thug money, it's all funny money to me
You know scared money don't make no money man, so you know
(gangstas) if you scared stay out of the game, baby

Verse 1: kurupt
Another day, another dollar
Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the f**k makes life so complicated?
Why they playahatin, 'stead of congratulatin'
One of the homies just bought a new '64
And they mad about it, and talkin bad about
Don't trip 'cause you smoke dubs and he smokes ounces
Your 'fo rolls and his 'fo bounces
Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets
Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets (all that shit)
Roll like biggie, nigga, two Glock nines
Any muthaf**ka whisperin about mine
All I got is, my twelve shottie
I'm a gangsta nigga, kurupt young gotti
Me and gonzoe and capone, with a chrome
And a bone with a zone f**ked up gettin blown (yeah)