Yesterday Was a Good Day

It goes one for the weather, two for the trees

Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds

I don't have a job cause I'm employed by the streets

I make dope music, my niggas flow to it

I bring hope to it, like Ali at the Olympics

... Though my vibe is something different

It's live and something rhythmic

Might remind you of the Tribe or something near it

But I strive for something closer

I'm more NWA when they was running through the posters

Remember popping up your toaster

To get your pop-tart to make it back before commercials?

And Family Matters was your curfew

When it got canceled did it hurt you?

I almost crushed up the changer

... But I had a crush on Topanga

And 36 was the Chambers

I wish I knew then that hip-hop was endangered

What I wouldn't do to save her

(... But why wouldn't you just change her?)

I'm all out of tears like I'm M.J. Blige

Don't wanna be LeBron or what MJ was

Cube go (ooh), and BIG say (ahh)

... And yesterday was a good day

Drove it to the pad and I'm coastin'

New fresh tee, pair of kicks and a Oakland

And just yesterday some dude came up and asked me

Where I was performing, I told him "nigga that was last week"

No question, gave him a handshake and showed this girl some affection

So I can run up in her section

I'm at Leimert Park, the intersection

I really love head and into sexin'

And we getting chips like keno

And hitting all them girls in skinny jeans that dress emo

Live in high-def, no TiVo

Ladies love Dom, that blackberry-dash, T-Mo'

And she know exactly where I be though

Right in front of Earl's, Player's Punch with the Fritos

Undefeated cool, so cool like Tebow

I should win a Heisman just for rhyming on these beats so

Reload, fifteen in the clip

Cause I don't want my mom so sick like Ne-Yo

My sister found Nemo, I found some old Premo

Tell Big I love the do' but I ain't never rolled cee-lo

Leimert Park styling, D's with low mileage

She is so 'bout it, I am so down if

She goes down, goes down like 4s bouncin'

And we can get high, get high off four ounces

Haha, I boardwalk with four houses

All my young niggas waste money, no accountants

Views of the marina, bitches know the outcome

Urban Outfitter jeans, baby come up out them

X with no Malcolm, rose with no stem

I lay it on thick, your flow is so thin

Like opening my front door, you know I go in

Your girl is so wet, she know I'm gon' swim

I guess that's the end...