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It Was a Good Day Lyrics – Ice Cube

    It Was a Good Day is a popular song by Ice Cube from the 1992 album The Predator. Check words to Ice Cube It Was a Good Day Lyrics in English below.

    It Was a Good Day Lyrics – Ice Cube 

    [Produced by DJ Pooh]

    Break ’em

    [Verse 1]
    Just wakin’ up in the morning, gotta thank God
    I don’t know, but today seems kinda odd
    No barking from the dog, no smog
    And Momma cooked a 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 and 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
    [Verse 2]
    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 7, 7-11, 7-11
    7, 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 LA
    Today was a good day

    [Verse 3]
    Left my nigga’s house paid
    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 morning, 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
    Hey, wait, wait a minute!
    Pooh, stop this shit!
    What the fuck am I thinkin’ about?


    Writer(s): Ice Cube (O’Shea Jackson)


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