Day and Night by Toobie Lyrics
[Intro: RayD]
You know whoever out there, is fucking doubtin' me
Fuck you, and your mutha fuckin' momma
Aight
[Hook: RayD & Roe]
Wooah, you can't fuck with us
Nooo, you can't fuck with us
Whyy, cause we run this shit all day and
Niiight, you can't fuck with us
Tryy, just have fun with us
Whyy, cause we run this shit all day and night
[Verse 1: RayD]
Yo it's R-A-Y, flyer than a pilot
I ain't no B.o.B but I could sure use some dialect
I heard them call me boss, that's probably why I fired it
And if there's name calling I'mma be the one to dial it
Party in the front and the back, hairstyle it
Pass around the strong PK, ultra violet
And I've been causing beatings and I don't mean to fight a dick
But I can be a meanie that'll probably make you cry a bit
Got a firm grip, now you're stuck and I won't release ya
Feel bad but I still smile like the Mona Lisa
Fuck using my mouth, bend south and let my boner eat ya
Got your girl all greased up like she own a pizza shop
'Til you drop while the beat clip clops
Hip Hop's zipped up in my bag, ziploc
It's not in the air but I just lit pot
If not there I'm just at a pit stop
No I'm not pissed off I'm just at a criss cross in my life
It's all alright, pish posh spice
I can hear hard knocks on my dull life
But I can always make the cut with a dull knife
All nighter, I can make small tighter
Get it all inside her like my hot apple cider
I don't grapple, I'm a fighter
I will tackle something lighter
Try to flap but I'm the flighter
You can rap but I'm the writer..
[Hook]
I can try to go more upbeat, y'know
Alright
[Verse 2: Roe]
Yo, balling goes many ways and
You can get baskets like D. Wade or get payed
Life has a wall and it also has a starting blocks
But it gets itchy, getting pissy like you got the chicken pox
Now, get your eyes up
Get your head to start bumping, make 'em rise up
Make 'em think you got everything in this free world
Fast cars like Nascar and all them bad girls
It's okay, gotta lie, some of these days
Lets try to make my dreams reality this or that way
If we gotta struggle then I guess we gotta do it
Sometimes we can move away, but then they say "boo it"
I'm only 16 with the dream, to make reality with me and our team
Keep it on the DL though, like a low beam
Cause we risin' up, this is only the scheme
Oh ya man, we just got some memories
Shoot, we make a track and we got some chemistry
No homo though, this ain't a story, no
Just the flashing lights is just how the story will go
Racks on racks on racks man, that's already known
G by G, that's how the goodies grow
And moving that good shit may be slow
But you gotta put that shit behind you and just go
[Hook]
You know whoever out there, is fucking doubtin' me
Fuck you, and your mutha fuckin' momma
Aight
[Hook: RayD & Roe]
Wooah, you can't fuck with us
Nooo, you can't fuck with us
Whyy, cause we run this shit all day and
Niiight, you can't fuck with us
Tryy, just have fun with us
Whyy, cause we run this shit all day and night
[Verse 1: RayD]
Yo it's R-A-Y, flyer than a pilot
I ain't no B.o.B but I could sure use some dialect
I heard them call me boss, that's probably why I fired it
And if there's name calling I'mma be the one to dial it
Party in the front and the back, hairstyle it
Pass around the strong PK, ultra violet
And I've been causing beatings and I don't mean to fight a dick
But I can be a meanie that'll probably make you cry a bit
Got a firm grip, now you're stuck and I won't release ya
Feel bad but I still smile like the Mona Lisa
Fuck using my mouth, bend south and let my boner eat ya
Got your girl all greased up like she own a pizza shop
'Til you drop while the beat clip clops
Hip Hop's zipped up in my bag, ziploc
It's not in the air but I just lit pot
If not there I'm just at a pit stop
No I'm not pissed off I'm just at a criss cross in my life
It's all alright, pish posh spice
I can hear hard knocks on my dull life
But I can always make the cut with a dull knife
All nighter, I can make small tighter
Get it all inside her like my hot apple cider
I don't grapple, I'm a fighter
I will tackle something lighter
Try to flap but I'm the flighter
You can rap but I'm the writer..
[Hook]
I can try to go more upbeat, y'know
Alright
[Verse 2: Roe]
Yo, balling goes many ways and
You can get baskets like D. Wade or get payed
Life has a wall and it also has a starting blocks
But it gets itchy, getting pissy like you got the chicken pox
Now, get your eyes up
Get your head to start bumping, make 'em rise up
Make 'em think you got everything in this free world
Fast cars like Nascar and all them bad girls
It's okay, gotta lie, some of these days
Lets try to make my dreams reality this or that way
If we gotta struggle then I guess we gotta do it
Sometimes we can move away, but then they say "boo it"
I'm only 16 with the dream, to make reality with me and our team
Keep it on the DL though, like a low beam
Cause we risin' up, this is only the scheme
Oh ya man, we just got some memories
Shoot, we make a track and we got some chemistry
No homo though, this ain't a story, no
Just the flashing lights is just how the story will go
Racks on racks on racks man, that's already known
G by G, that's how the goodies grow
And moving that good shit may be slow
But you gotta put that shit behind you and just go
[Hook]