It Was a Good Day Lyrics was released on February 23, 1993, from the Album ‘The Predator’. The song was sung by Ice Cube. It Was a Good Day Song Lyrics are penned by O’Shea Jackson. The song labels are Lench Mob and Priority. While the song was produced by DJ Pooh.
Song Credits:
Released | February 23, 1993 |
Album | The Predator |
Singer | Ice Cube |
Songwriter | O’Shea Jackson |
Producer | DJ Pooh |
Label | Lench Mob, Priority |
It Was a Good Day Lyrics:
Break ’em
Shit
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Just wakin’ up in the mornin’, gotta thank God
I don’t know, but today seems kinda odd
No barkin’ from the dog, no smog
And mama cooked the breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the door
Thinkin’, “Will I live another twenty-four?”
I gotta go ’cause I got me a drop-top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Lookin’ in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I’m askin’ y’all
“Which park are y’all playin’ basketball?”
Get me on the court and I’m trouble
Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double
Freakin’ niggas every way like MJ
I can’t believe today was a good day (Shit)
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn’t even get no static from the cowards
‘Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin’, didn’t even look in a nigga’s direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog’s house, they was watchin’ Yo! MTV Raps
What’s the haps on the craps?
Shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em
Roll ’em in a circle of niggas
And watch me break ’em with the seven, seven-eleven,
Seven-eleven, seven, even back door Little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I’m yellin’, “Domino”
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day (Shit)
Left my nigga’s house paid (Word)
Picked up a girl been tryna fuck since the 12th grade
It’s ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep, put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn’t hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I’m coastin’
Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn’t even see a berry flashin’ those high beams
No helicopter lookin’ for a murder
Two in the mornin’, got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, “Ice Cube’s a Pimp” (Yeah)
Drunk as hell, but no throwin’ up
Halfway home and my pager still blowin’ up
Today I didn’t even have to use my AK
I gotta say, it was a good day (Shit)
Hey, wait, wait a minute
Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck am I thinkin’ about?
Shit
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Just wakin’ up in the mornin’, gotta thank God
I don’t know, but today seems kinda odd
No barkin’ from the dog, no smog
And mama cooked the breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the door
Thinkin’, “Will I live another twenty-four?”
I gotta go ’cause I got me a drop-top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Lookin’ in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I’m askin’ y’all
“Which park are y’all playin’ basketball?”
Get me on the court and I’m trouble
Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double
Freakin’ niggas every way like MJ
I can’t believe today was a good day (Shit)
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn’t even get no static from the cowards
‘Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin’, didn’t even look in a nigga’s direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog’s house, they was watchin’ Yo! MTV Raps
What’s the haps on the craps?
Shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em
Roll ’em in a circle of niggas
And watch me break ’em with the seven, seven-eleven,
Seven-eleven, seven, even back door Little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I’m yellin’, “Domino”
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day (Shit)
Left my nigga’s house paid (Word)
Picked up a girl been tryna fuck since the 12th grade
It’s ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep, put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn’t hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I’m coastin’
Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn’t even see a berry flashin’ those high beams
No helicopter lookin’ for a murder
Two in the mornin’, got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, “Ice Cube’s a Pimp” (Yeah)
Drunk as hell, but no throwin’ up
Halfway home and my pager still blowin’ up
Today I didn’t even have to use my AK
I gotta say, it was a good day (Shit)
Hey, wait, wait a minute
Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck am I thinkin’ about?