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(Ray Tyson)
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Postal border was makin' me mad
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So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
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Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
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Twenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
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Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
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Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
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Walked up on my boys with the old E chillin'
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The box with the big beats and my boys started illin'
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A hoop game started so I jump in
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Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win
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Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
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A ten minute game and we were the winners
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The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
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till he see my posse and the suckers started backin'
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Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
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Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
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People wonder why I choose to live the hype
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It's not to understand, it's just a day in the life
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Kick it - it's just a day in the life
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(2Pac)
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Finally I'm on vacation and school is through
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So here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do
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Tried to get outta my bed, but I can't move
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Ya see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue
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So there I lay, for half the day just thinkin'
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Got up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin'
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But I was all alone so it wasn't no thing
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Got up to take a shower and heard the phone ring
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Picked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations
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Who could be disturbin' me on my vacation?
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Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
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Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
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So I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me
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It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T
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Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me
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Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be
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Said I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it
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If I leave within the hour, I still might make it
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I'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute
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Hopped on to the stage and said: "Sorry that I kept you"
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I started rappin', girls started clappin'
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Couldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin'
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Jumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night
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Huh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on
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A day in the life
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(Ray Tyson)
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Stretch white limo hits the colessium
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A crowd full of people sayin: "I can't wait to see him"
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Who is in the limo, who are they talkin' about?
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Strictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out
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We get out the car and can barely stand
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Cause everywhere I look are screamin' fans
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Girls on my tip but I really don't sweat 'em
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They'll tear my new clothes if your bodygurad'll let 'em
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Hit backstage with two minutes to spare
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Just enough time to grip a breath of fresh air
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We hear the introduction, the audience is loud
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I stepped out on the stage and then I moved the crowd
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Winners all over, we tried to leave the scene
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but there's a whole crowd of people at the limousine
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Pen and paper in my face, I couldn't be mean
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So I was signin' autographs at the age of seventeen
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People wonder why I choose to live the hype
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It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life
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Kick it - it's a day in the life
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Kick it, kick it, kick it
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(2Pac)
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Coolin' with my posse at the neighborhood disco
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Talkin' to a cutie as I'm sippin' on my cisco
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Askin' me to dance but I keep on sayin' "No"
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Hate to dance fast, I only like to do it slow
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Dizzy's on the dance floor, funky, funky motion
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Girl keeps on sweatin' me with sexual kind of totions
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Roc is signin' autographs makin' girlies dizzy
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Crowd sweatin' Strictly Dope cause we're gettin' busy
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Suckers wanna battle us, we move in silence
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Strictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence
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Started feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door
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The Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled to the floor
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And more I try to sit up, the less I seem to get up
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My stomach starts to turn and my head feels wit' up
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The room begins to spin, I pass out for the night
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Just another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it
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(Ray Tyson & 2Pac)
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Knew I was a genius, soon as you seen this
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Avoid hoe's value, don't have to redeem this
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Teenage terror, no room for error
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A girl start dissin', an |