[Verse 1]
I woke up one day in Vacaville
Round the corner from the pen, phat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straight locked down
But I gotta get dressed and hit the Oaktown
I called Randy Austin on the telephone
Early in the morning but he still ain't home
So I called Ant Banks to see what's up
He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock
I got dressed, smoking on some serious dank
Grabbed my keys off the table and a big old bank
I hit Interstate 80 and I'm rolling
Joint's still burning and I'm smoking
I was on my way to San Jose
To the stereo shop that make my music play
Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playing
Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumping
So I called up Boo--"What's up nigga, what you bout to do?"
He said, "just kicking back waiting on the fellas
Bout to go eat at Della's"
I said, "it sure sounds good to me
I can't go though, gotta hit Myrtle Street"
Passed the Acorns on my way, bitch, it's just another day
[Interlude]
Every day in the motherfucking Oaktown, just another motherfucking day for Short Dog, you know what I'm saying?
Roll up to the studio, lay down some funky beats
Drink some of that Old English, smoke some fat ones, fuck wit my partner
I woke up one day in Vacaville
Round the corner from the pen, phat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straight locked down
But I gotta get dressed and hit the Oaktown
I called Randy Austin on the telephone
Early in the morning but he still ain't home
So I called Ant Banks to see what's up
He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock
I got dressed, smoking on some serious dank
Grabbed my keys off the table and a big old bank
I hit Interstate 80 and I'm rolling
Joint's still burning and I'm smoking
I was on my way to San Jose
To the stereo shop that make my music play
Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playing
Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumping
So I called up Boo--"What's up nigga, what you bout to do?"
He said, "just kicking back waiting on the fellas
Bout to go eat at Della's"
I said, "it sure sounds good to me
I can't go though, gotta hit Myrtle Street"
Passed the Acorns on my way, bitch, it's just another day
[Interlude]
Every day in the motherfucking Oaktown, just another motherfucking day for Short Dog, you know what I'm saying?
Roll up to the studio, lay down some funky beats
Drink some of that Old English, smoke some fat ones, fuck wit my partner
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