Have A Nice Day (Feat. E-40 & Too $Hort)

I'd do it all again
Oh-oh
Yeah, oh
Bionic culture
World full of vultures
Lookin' over my shoulder
My kind words are colder

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa-whoa!)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind

Made a milli' off the flow, now it's time to reinvent it
I'm the soldier and lieutenant, I'm the owner and the vendor
Yeah, the angel and the sinner, the main course and the dinner
Mike, glove with the glitter, doin' deals on the shitter (what?)
You won't find a nigga realer, you can look around thе globe
Shit gets hot up in the kitchеn, so don't stand around the stove
I'm from Long Beach, nigga, I ain't hang out at the grove
I was hustlin' with them hustlers gettin' payouts from the blow
Blue Chucks on the soles on the foot of a man (yeah)
Niggas talkin' about gettin' money, but how good is the plan?

Middle finger to the law, one foot in the sand
Ran this motherfuckin' town and 'bout to do it again (whoa-whao!)
All the shit these niggas talkin', I can smell their whispers (why?)
Y'all get hot, then not, but me, I remain a fixture (I'd do it all again)
How I walk and how I talk and paint the Cripture (ooh-wee)
Before I let this stainless hit you (oh-oh), nigga, I'ma sing this with you (yeah, oh)

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind (I'm in the wind, mayne, uh)

When fetti comes across my plate, I'ma say, "Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat" (let's eat)
When I was in the game, I was sellin' that 'caine for cheap, for cheap, for cheap (for cheap)
Me and my organization, we was deep, deep, deep, deep, deep (deep)
Make like an amphibian, if you feel froggish, nigga, leap (eap)
Rule number one, when you makin' a play, they can't sit in the backseat (uh-uh)
Rule number two, in the dark or the day, stay strapped up with your heat (uh-huh)
"E-40 my favorite rapper 'cause his style is so unique" (flows)
"They say that he is the first rapper to rap in cursive off-beat" (cold)

He be gassin', they need some Tums, acid reflux (reflex)
Bound to see him at Food 4 Less or a grocery outlet (outlet)
Ain't no other place like The Bay, ho, you should know (know)
Shut down the freeway and start a sideshow ('show)
Heard the "Thizzle Dance," "Blow The Whistle," "Tell me when to go" (go, whoa-whoa)
Get arrested, get out and start over, ho (ho)
Baby, right there, she cakey like a bakery (like a bakery, I'd do it all again)
Used to be the ugly duckling, now she yellin', "Fuck you, nigga, pay me" (pay me, oh-oh, yeah, oh)

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa-whoa-!)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind

I'm her mentor and her therapist (therapist)
A gateway to a place she would never get (never)
No way to see it without me
If I teach her the game, I'ma charge her a fee (she gotta thank me)
Now you gon' charge me?
I stole your daughter, so you treat me like a car thief?
Lock up all the kingpins and all the real pimps
You gon' have a problem in these streets, you can't deal with (you will)

You tricks wanna fuck these hoes, you're a customer
You don't give a fuck, I really fucked with her
I ain't at the club sayin', "Wiggle it for me"
I'm showin' her how to get this digital money (get it, girl)
So I guess we're all the bad guys (whoa, why, why?)
You wanna fuck her body, I wanna fuck her mind (why?)
You've been sayin' I'm the problem all these years (I'd do it all again)
So when I see you motherfuckers, this is all you hear, bitch (oh-oh, yeah, oh)

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa-whoa!)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind

If you cancel Ice Cube, you cancel yourself
You need the Pied Piper to get you through these vipers
These punk motherfuckers wanna send you to Rikers
Cut the check, who gives a fuck if they like us?
Cash that bitch for all the bangers and bikers
"Hey, grandmama, I'm spinnin' the tires"
She said, "Where'd you get it?" I got it from liars
You know, the one you said will be thrown in the fires

See, granny used to sing, "We shall overcome"
Sixty years later, we barely got a crumb
Sixty years later, we are still in them streets
We didn't overcome, we are victims of elites
Nigga, grab that microphone, nigga, crab them cleats (whoa-whoa!)
Nigga, catch that pass, nigga, rock them beats
To every man, woman, boy, or girl (oh-oh, yeah, oh)
They find themselves in love with this white man's world

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (whoa-whoa!)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind (I'm in the wind)