Beautiful Day – D-block – letras

[gunshot] {Hey Mario} {Easy!}[Sheek Louch:]D-Block, Vinny… IdolLet’s goUhh, uhh, uhhHey yo « Walk Witt Me, » still got the hawk with meBut tonight I’m not usin it, gun not shootin itFeel good, it’s nice outsidePut your seat back, let’s go for a rideYou know where I’m headed first, 3-5-4Hop out, send somebody to the liquor storeMight even cop a dutch, who got haze?And I don’t even smoke but today I’m ready to blazeThen I’m headed to Warburton in front of the storeGet some cuffs for my niggaz then, drink some moreThen I gotta go through the hole, you know what I’m sayin?Plus basketball started and my niggaz is playinThen I might go to Mount V to check my dawgsSee who’s out on the ave, hop out the Nav’It’s just a beautiful daySun is out, and I ain’t even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen[Chorus: x2]White tees, white Airs fit beautifullyBenz Coupe, rims spinnin, Jake hatin meBut that’s my life (« my life, my life, my life, MY LIFE ») my lifeIn the sunshine (« In the sunshine! .. Everybody loves the sunshine! »)[Sheek Louch:]Uhh, that’s enough, niggaz gotta see some bitches nowNext stop, Sheek headed to the Boogie DownStraight to Fordham, it’s 20 to oneI can’t wait to bust off and I ain’t talkin my gunI see mami with her kids, still lookin goodKeep your head up mama, even though you still in the hoodThen I’m off to Dykeman & Post, back to BroadwayDominican mamis, they out there all dayI sign a autograph, make mami laughAsk her did she ever take a Crist’ bubble bathI cop a mixtape and cruise through the Boogie DownI’m on Broadway, GOTTA go to Harlem nowI can’t forget my sisters, my queensYou beautiful things – word upCause it’s a beautiful daySun is out, and I ain’t even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen[Chorus][Sheek Louch:]Yeah.. yeah.. yo, uhhI’m on the Westside of 1-2-5th by Jimbo’sCop a turkey burger, that’s where everybody goesOr I might cop some TimbsPull over, let my mans and them hit my rimsGood lookin here’s a hundred, nah I don’t want nuttin backTake that home to your family, don’t smoke that blackI see a whole pack of shorties right in front of the martSome dark, some redboned, where do I start?There go Kay Slay right in front of Paulo ExpressStill holdin shit down, big crown on his chestSee them Ruff Ryder bikes in the street, liftin itEverybody chillin, nobody thinkin about killinLittle kids wearin D-Block teesAnd all day I ain’t even hear a shot, or one cop yell freezeHeh, it’s a beautiful daySun is out, and I ain’t even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen[Chorus]