Lovely Day

[talking:]

Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga

We talking bout lovely days, getting paid

Puffing on that haze, g'eah

Screwed Up Click, top of the charts nigga holla at em

[Lil' Flip:]

Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day

No vest, but my glock 40 tucked away

I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time

Now I'm caked up, cause I spit punch lines

My grandpa, had to show me how to be a man

I use to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand

I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar

I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather

I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high

I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride

We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop

Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop

I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone

To all my niggaz locked up, I hope y'all come home

That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up

I look around, God blessed me with great stuff

[Hook: x2]

(A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day

A lovely day, a lovely day

A lovely day, it's a lovely day

A lovely, a lovely day

[Z-Ro:]

I must'a, woke up this morning on the right side of bed

Cause I can't find nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread

And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over

You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober

Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den

This look like a gangsta party to me, come on come in then

We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping

Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping

When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us

And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us

So chill homie, for real homie

Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie

But I will homie I ride for Clover Geez, just like I ride for A.B.N.

By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event any place they in

Except for right now, cause all I wanna do is lay back

In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Flip:]

Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla

It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow

So I had to make moves, on my own man

I'm one of the few, Houston rappers with a home man

Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga

Now that's the real definition, of a rich nigga

Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold

I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know

[Z-Ro:]

I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now

And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, hold a baretta down

Laws already hate us, cause we young black men

Especially cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend

Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do

The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue

In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white

We don't rack up we act up, all motherfucking night

[Big Shasta:]

It's just the way I shine, in these city streets

From the way I grind, so my family can eat

When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day

Lovely daaay

[Hook x2]