Sting & Police - Another Day lyrics
[diamond d]
*talking on a phone
Yo capriyo this is diamondum..
Check it out um..i moved the session to next wednesday
At 12 noonplug me in at d&dyou’ll be outta there by one o’clock
Aiight? call me back and umm..give me confirmation.
[sadat x]
I’m agelesspagelessonly want me for that thing
Hang up the phonewants to let it ring
Wit my gold chainnothing as the hangin rope
Who wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that I’m smokey
[lord jamar]
Bust you in the back and play the low key
Trustin in the fact that where I goknowbody knows me
Maybe then I’ll go to where the weather is more suited to my taste
And you gotuprooted in the first place
[grand puba]
I got the ’chelle firecuz I get deeper than mya
Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor dryers
Want some verbal spit from the semi-auto lip
Your whole body get hitthen you start dancin and *shit*
[diamond d]
And I’m theoverweight afro-diesiaic
I only lick two and pass if your trees be black
I leave thepromoters screamin "won’t you please be back? "
Detonatingtill bell-bottom lee’s come back
Chorus
Chorus [kid capri]
So brand nu’syou can make it hot this year
And diamond dyou can make it hot this year
So brand nu’syou can make it hot this year
And diamond dyou’re rollin wit the kid capri
Brand nu’s you can make it hot this year
And diamond dwe all can make it hot this year
Brand nu’syou can make it hot this year
And diamond dyou’re rollin wit the kid capri
[sadat x]
Aightnow here’s to y’all all and my new bronx address
I’m out wit the old *shit*got a brand new mattress
Don’t want no girl wit no flat chest
How ’bout the one wit the ? pack less?
I tickle you laughbut I just got the math
Over on park aveoff the concourse on ?
She took two andshe could do it
My whole crew got anger’s wit them
Similar to travellinsalesman hittin things from women
Or whatever
[lord jamar]
Allah uhakbarlord jamar spit in devil’s face like roberto alomar
Choke a phillie l like latrell sprewell
Straight from the rochelle where the g-o-d’s dwell
I hope you didn’t think that we fell
We drink from the welland it never runs dry
So we never gon die
We multiply wit mathematicswomens call us charismatic
Smoke the aro-matictoo muchguess it’s a habit
Chorus
[grand puba]
Here me dogcuz a *nigga* ain’t the run of the mill
Blow up your body at willlike a chick on the pill
I make it hot to deathswing it from right to left
Cuz I talk so much *shit* I can taste it on my breath
I got the head knockkeep rhyme flows under padlock
Like comstockwit more shoes than a foot locker
And it don’t stopdiamond d and brand nu
Baggin more chickens than that *nigga* frank purdue
[diamond d]
No more domesticationon some over-seas *shit*
Beat a *nigga ass* till he says "please quit"
While you home alone marinatin on cheese sticks
I’m in the back of the ’burban wit some chinese chicks
Lookin at a mapone chick on my lap
Tellin me how she was born in the year of the rap
But by the time we reach the housethere’s no waitin in fact
All you see is ankles (yeahwhat) from the front to the back
Chorus
[kid capri]
Big shouts to my peoples all over uptown
Big shouts to my peoples all over the world
Brand nubianbig shouts to diamond d
Big shouts to diggin in the crates
It’s the kid capriand we puttin it down like that
Straight hip-hopstraight to your mouthword up
I’m outta here
