Well it's that cheetah, gangsta, traitor, king of Sacramento, be smokin' on bomb blunts
all damn day, but I won't be rubbin' no drum top, pinto, sippin' on Jack Daniels with
Melly Mel, smellin' like secret and blue magic, cuz I just got out the Cali jail.
Well it's a broken D -Dat, hoppin' in my truck, finna head for Miller's Park, took a shot
of my whiskey, but I like that I can see in the dark, it ain't a sunny day, but it's
still fittin' to be poppin', it's my nigga's birthday, and some drawers fittin' to be droppin',
eyes bloodshot red, lifted off that Dozier, tank on fed, tryin' to keep my composure,
smobbin' down on my birdie wild, man it's a nice ass day, in the S -A -C -R -A -M -E -N -T -O,
niggas know just how I flow, hangin' out the window, tryin' to spit raw game at every
hoe, fire that shit up nigga, hold on man I'm tryin' to get this B out, fire that shit
up nigga, man fuck that trick, got my nigga Young Jada in the driver's seat, reminiscin'
bout these groupies out of town we meet, yeah, what do you say we hit I -8, and we can strike
the Reno, I know plenty of bitches got plenty of tempo, so won't you pass the 40, and I'll
let him know we comin' 3 -D, bout to drop in the truck, some niggas just hate us, they be
trippin' cause they bitches chop, wanna be mad at their next man cause his bitch got their
hot, chicks out with these B's stainless, man when we get down here, don't go insane,
burgundy day for the ruse, no gang bang, we just for the Q, melty mel, know a couple chicks
out there too, popped and grindin' feet through Cruz, fire that shit up nigga, hold on man
I'm tryin' to get this B out, fire that shit up nigga, man fuck that trick, got my nigga
I got 5 C notes, in my jacket, a dozen propylactics, with a mind full of hustlin' tactics,
now we mobbin' on the way to Reno, first stop downtown, reservation at the casino, ain't no
tellin' where we might run up in, so Jada hold up, recall that chick and her kin, we on a mission,
it's a burgundy day, jump out the 5 -0, with a ounce of endo, surrounded by 20 hoes, I guarantee
I can get em geeking off the weed, never consider a trick, but love to give my booty lift, it's
rainin', it's pourin', a burgundy day, hey, gotta pimp these hoes, gotta make my pay, it's rainin',
it's pourin', a burgundy day, hey, gotta pimp these hoes, gotta make my pay, it's rainin',
It's poor Bergen, a Bergen D -Day
Hey, gotta pick these hoes, gotta make my motherfuckin' pay
Bergen D -Day, Bergen D -Day, Bergen D -Day
I'm ready to choose, so hop on display
The L to the E to the M to the A
Now why did you wanna play like you don't wanna lay?
With Marv, Mitch, and LeMay
It's a Bergen D -Day, so what's the delay?
Okay, I already viewed the bitches
Iron, I already know Mitch is at the Red Lion
In a presidential, got pot and drink, it's all essential
Top down cause it's warm, pull it up in a drop and watch him swarm
Like bees, I'm at this Bondi's, tight jeans
Mitch just gave me a tap and let me know her grown to back on me
Mad cause a bitch wanna be on my team, gotta practice player schemes
But I'm not no groupie fiend, and they wanna get me for my green
And undercover, haters need to practice what they preach
Yo' hoe was stickin' like a leech, she heard that strange speech
That I gave a maker, buy my weed and shake up when I'm key
I'm for them hoes, it's quite strange
No, I'm for some shit
Man, I tell a hoe, man, I'll jack off, you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch, if you really can't do nothin' for your boy, you know what I'm sayin'
I don't need you, you know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
This day is for the true
This day is for the true
This day is for the true
This day is for the true
This day is for the true
Recognize game
It's all we practice, player shit
Like my nigga said, 365 days
This day is for the true
This day is for the true
It's a burgundy day
