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hood day - dave east & cruch calhoun lyrics

[intro: dave east]
from a throwback thursday to a firey n*gga fridays
you mark ass n*ggas better quit lookin’ at us sideways
keep that sh*t rollin’ (one of them days)
you ain’t tryin’ to get your eye swollen
f*ck a n*gga mean? we from thirty*ninth street

[verse 1: dave east]
just wakin’ up in the mornin’, i gotta thank allah (marshallah)
i don’t know, but today seems kinda odd (odd)
mama cookin’, i can smell it
ups just dropped the package off, i’m ’bout to check it (what’s this?)
kobe and kyrie knocked out, they ain’t woke up yet
forgot to charge my phones, they both dead, plus, i ain’t smoke yet
last night was active, heads spinnin’
we took mad shots (mad shots)
a lot of fake titties in the building, bunch of ass shots
i jumped in the shower, brush my t**th, put my cologne on
got a text from this chick i’ve been wantin’ to f*ck for so long
kobе wide awake, i’m watching cocomelon
kyriе on the roblox, my music on
i know they yellin’, about to hit the deli
i hit ****, i’m in a rush
this n*gga keep tryna to convince me to
get on the bus, some haters still on my nuts
that just come with it
n0body that i know done died a quarter straight, on the gang
[chorus: dave east]
today feel like it’s hood day (like it’s hood day)
a couple n*ggas fought, but not a gun was drawn (not one)
barbecues and liquor ’til the sun is gone (’til it’s dark)
march tenth, n*gga, if you know, you know
march tenth, n*gga, if you know, you know (harlem)

[verse 2: dave east]
it feel like it’s hood day, everybody fresh (fresh)
and we gon’ play the section ’til ain’t n0body left (we here)
champagne and kush, dice game crackin’
police everywhere, some n*ggas rock the same fashion (blue)
baby got her nails done and her hair too (i see it), uh
solid n*ggas only, make no scared moves (make not one), uh
one of one, n*gga, i’m a rare dude (one of one)
you gotta watch your steps like a pair of shoes (pair of shoes)
think of nipsey, we got tipsy, we was sharin’ food
you think the bro was uber eats, the way he carry food
i **** as sun fall, watch the guns rise (rise)
watch them gravitate to real sh*t, not no punch lines (real sh*t)
look, we would leave the school when it was lunchtime (we out)
never in the background, i’m front line (right here)
i ain’t even have to ask these hoes if we could play
today feel like it’s hood day

[verse 3: cruch calhoun]
(woo) uh, today feel like it’s a hood day (yeah)
today one of them days there ain’t no games, i wish you would play
one my opps got shot, i remember thinkin’, “it’s a good day” (haha)
“and roselle n*ggas did it,” if he was here, that’s would say that’s what he would say
i could say a whole lot more, this ain’t the time and place (shh)
linkin’ with the homies at the function, so you know the time and date (uh)
three*ten, three*nine, i lost my bro on march eighth (dirt gang)
today feel like when the pops was moving that b*tter out like parquet
put a ticket on your head, i turn the n*gga to a parlay
they caught him at mcdonald’s and left his dreads all in his parfait
today, ain’t seen no shootings, they see no fights, they see no car chase (none)
no blue and red cop lights, no caution tape (woo)
today feel like (woo), uh
today, i feel like just talkin’ my sh*t (go)
i circle the block and stash a fifth before parking the whip (skrrt)
today, i ain’t respondin’ to them ho n*ggas, all of ’em b*tch (f*ck ’em)
the last one, we beat him ’til he blue, but he far from a crip (facts)
this one of them days that we all get lit (yeah)
casamigo shots lead to arguments
might just run a fade, but that’s as far as it get (that’s as far as it get)
good vibes, good weed, good drink
today feel like it’s hood day, i swear (woo)
it feel like it’s hood day, everybody fresh (everybody fresh)
drunk all in the function, throwin’ up the set (up in the section)
march tenth, n*gga, if you know, you know (know you know)
march tenth, n*gga, if you know, you know
[outro: cruch calhoun]
(from the dirt, no really, from the dirt)
roselle usa, n*gga (dirt gang)
peace, buda
woo
yeah

- dave east cruch calhoun lyrics

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