What A Day - Jeru The Damaja

One day about six 'o clock I’m woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck

Screechin’off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts

But when I’m like Who’s that?

nobody speaks up So I go to the door there’s a note it says:

We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat,

Do the right thing and we might let him go,

But if you call the police, that’s all she wrote

You know what the motive is, it’s all about dough

And in case ya think we bullshittin’here’s the photo.

I couldn’t recognize the clows because they was all hooded down

But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin’Cristal in the background

With fake alligator boots on And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on I immediately called Primo

I said Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double

Don’t even jump in the shower, matta’fact scratch my rest

Meet me and D &D in an half an hour

And bring all ya shit wit’you cuz you know what we got to do.

Yo Afu!

(Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy

If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy

We’ll see if Puff knows whassup

Cuz he’s the one gettin’him drunk and fuckin’his mind up We go to the office, he’s nowhere to be found

So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down

Now where’s Hip-Hop?!

Aaight, aaight… he confessed:

Suge came and took him from Puff last night,

He said he’d give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em…

So we went to L.A. later that evenin'

When we got there, everything was aaight

And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.

ONE DAY…