Same Ol` Thang (everyday) Lyrics

Same Ol` Thang (everyday) lyrics

Everyday... Oh...

C'mon



(Verse 1)

Mr Big Spender wanna buy me a shot

Could it be Hennesay or Rimmy on the rocks

Sittin' on the dock of the bay...

Watchin' this fool throw his money away, hey

But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin'

You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin'

It ain't often that a girl get a night on the town

That's why I love it when you ball' ass niggas come around

Diamond in your ear shining more than my ring

Is it the style or the flava that you bring

Hillfiger cologne, damn it's on, wish I could have this all night long

But I know your kind, and your kind is too sweet

Your ass 'coupe de ville' seven days of the week



(Chorus)

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Same ol' everything  (x4)



(Verse 2)

See what every girl needs is a hard workin' man

Clockin the early one, double shifts if he can

It's when his shifts won't change, same everyday thang

Can't maintain, I got my girls to complain

This Al Brundy ass nigga treating me like pig

Never wanna bring his workin' as to bed

Well, Adios, Get Lost, grab your coat and keep steppin'

Never knew this fool would use his job as his weapon

Same lies and alibis, nice try

Had me thinkin' your ass was the nice guy

I should have left when shit weren't right

Cause all we did was fuss and fight all night

And when that wasn't happening, you were either rapping

With your boys in front room tryin' to be cool (Fool!)

You never took a day to make this thing last

And that's exactly why I left yo' ass, it was...



(Chrorus)



(Verse 3)

Now I'm back with this nigga that don't give a fuck

Rollin' his 89 Nissan truck

Rocks in his socks, tryin' to make a knock

Beepers goin' off from them hoochies on his jock

Dealin' with stress plus everyday drama

And the fact he still live with his Mama

But I'm the type of girl that's down for my nigga

The evryday life of a hoodster's wife (Mr Good Stuff)

One more strife, bound to get live

But I ain't trippin', he's the type I like

Now tricks don't even worry speakin up on mine

He ain't on that side of town cause he don't cross those lines

I find it hard to believe, I've been spending time

On my back, sipping yak, smoking fat ass sacks, in fact

I don't mind, he's all I need

Seven days of the week it's the same routeine



(Chorus)



Hey... Oh oh

Just the same ol' thang... Monday through Saturday

Even on Sunday... just the same ol' thang, oh... oh... oh... oh...