Hard Days Diamond D (Ft. The Pharcyde)

[Chorus: The Pharcyde]
Hard days, long nights
You got to work it out
You got to work it out
You work those hard days, long nights
You got to work it out
You got to work it out

[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I try to warn the crew, motherfucker, stop playing
Won't get the fight if you can't make the weigh in
No more excuses said the man in the mirror
And I see more gray skies than those that are clearer
And I'm tryna catch this slice before this shit gets cold
Poker face was read and now you must fold
Like sheets and blankets fresh out the Whirlpool
And it drop below freezing in a world so cool
Niggas yell "no snitchin'" but be pigeons on the stool
Open letter to yourself, definition of a fool
Repetition is a tool just like a screwdriver
Stripped off threading, now you gotta play MacGyver
On a court like Tiger tryna fill those holes
Focus straight, gotta pay those tolls
Fees, gratuities, and don't forget the taxes
Make your head spin like the world on its axis