[Intro] [Grover & MURS] [Grover] It is my good friend, MURS [MURS] Aw, shit. What's up fool? How you feelin'? [G] Oh I am just fine my good friend MURS And what are you doing with yourself on this bright and sunny day? [M] Man, I'm just tryin' to do this new song with Kaos and Thes [G] That sounds like a splendid thing to do [M] Man, we havin' a little trouble though [G] Awww, trouble? Wh-what is the trouble? [M] Well, well shit. We ain't got the motherfucker to sing in the chorus I ain't got nobody to do that shit. What? Hey fool do this shit for me c'mon [G] Well, it would be no trouble at all
[Hook] [Grover] La la la la La la La la la la La la
[Verse One] [MURS] Woke about noon, gave thanks Choose to be amongst the ranks, of the breathin' Which enhances my chances Of leavin' behind a mark I set 24 hours ago The day devoured slow Whoever calls me first, basically, decide, how that shit is gonna flow Maybe it's the crew callin' me to hit the studio To make some new songs, or a show we gotta do Then there's option number two My niggas down the block Callin' me to hit the spot For the 64 session Playin' Bond, bullets flying, niggas lettin' off aggression Talkin' shit, gettin' drunk, smokin' weed, sittin' in front of the TV Yeah that's cool But there's always option number three Which could be a female And that's when we males tend to sell out Just the thought of gettin' some pussy Could change the whole route But I gotta do that new Legend's song without a doubt And I ain't seen my niggas on the Dell since the tour let out But for sho' I wanna see what this girl is talkin' bout But before I figure any of this shit out (What?) I gotta get some cash Plus mom let a note for me to take out the trash And first and foremost a nigga gotta wash his ass Then proceed to get dressed While I'm sortin' through this mess Thinkin' I can't hit all three, but I can probably hit two "Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do" - KRS-One
[Verse Two] Now this is how I handle the day First call the homie Jay down at B-Boy Kingdom to see How many new tapes he needed me to bring in He said, "Shoot a dub" So I called a girl, I had met at the club Told her to come swoop me so I can get these ends After that drop me off on the block Told her she could have the afternoon, to kick it with her friends That night she get with me So before she left I made sure when I paged her She knew where to be Everything seems to be movin' right on course So I strolled to the spot and said what's up to the little homies Kickin' it on the porch Strolled in the house talkin' shit Niggas quickly picked up the sticks Ready to get sprayed We played pistols in the basement Of the Facility, with hand grenades Oh shit, there go my ride I walked outside, that fool Tom Fulled up, just in time Cause fools is talkin' about playin' some proximity mines So we hopped in the Buick Headed to the studio so we can do this new music And when we get there as usual Everybody else was late Into the recording booth and I used hella takes So we didn't leave the lab until some minutes after eight Thought it might be too late To hit that dip older than me But I paged her anyway And in fifteen minutes, she was at where I told her to be She knew no disrespect was intended Plus this girl knew, that I came, highly recommended And on top of that she got to peep the new Legends tracks while she was gettin' blended Hit her off somethin' tight So she dropped me off at the crib, sometime about midnight A full days work
[Grover & MURS talking] [Grover] And we'll see you later [MURS] Aye, where's Grover at? Tell that nigga to quit smokin' that beadie and come here and do his overdubs Tell him he's on track two, track two What the fuck you mean you gotta hurry up and get back to the hood nigga?! Come in here and do yo shit! Hit that shit right here. Aye, do this
[Ernie] Aye Grover can you come here and get these drums?