Little Brother - Next Day lyrics

Y'know, ev'rybody was askin me
After you quit your jobwhatchu do? Uh

Walked outta Belk like
I was feelin brand new
Something I never felt like
I had been emancipated
And it seem strange but deep down
I know it felt right
Back to the crib, I went to tell my girl
And she just looked at me like, "Nigga
I already knew" so we packed up the Nissan
And went to Maryland
For the holidays, my son was bout to be two
Fresh out of a job, what's a nigga to do?
So I called Beni B, he shot niggas some loot
So thankful to God that I
Was able to pay rent
Met Kev Brown, did the "Can't Stay Away" shit
Went back home wit our pockets butt naked
Times got tight
We ain't know if we would make it
Met with the label who decide that now we
We'll do the first Little
Brother tour through Cali
Maaaan! Shit was whack as hell
We was ready for +The
Big Throwdown+ like Le-vert
Me, Pooh, 9th, ID, and Malachi
In the crowded-ass van filled
With ugly-ass T-shirts
Dealin with the label drove Tiggalo bizzerk
So when we got home
I put my foot on the flo'
Said, "I ain't doin this
Management shit no mo'"
Gave the call to my nigga Big Dho
Let's get it
We started makin money doin some travelin
But at home
My family life was steady unravelin
Me and ol' girl wasn't seein eye to eye
Just shackin up, layin thigh to thigh
Not in love, just +Fakin Jax+ like InI
She said, "Baby
You know I'll go through the wall for you"
But when I stepped off the
Plane back from Portugal
She was gone - fuck it
Y'all niggas heard "All For You"
Came back to the crib
Had to pack all my shit up
Cause that's when we did our
First tour with Hiero
Seem like everyday them niggas stay high tho'
I love y'all, thanks for teachin
Us how to grind, yo
Came off the road with my name well-respected
Hit the studio
Me and Nic finished "Connected"
Money in my pocket and a new apartment
And on top of that - now
The major labels is watchin
Heeeey! It was the top of '04
And everythang seem to be movin in slo-mo
Niggas wanted a deal so bad
They can taste it but everyday
It seem like it would be a no-go
With a palm that's sweaty
And hand that's jittery
Signed, to Atlantic and the rest is misery
Oops! - Freudian slip
I mean the rest is history
I"m just still a little hot
Excuse my niggery
In the middle of makin "The Minstrel Show"
We was out one night
Saw this thang that caught my eye
I like the way that she danced
Like the way that she moved
Fly conversation and the way
She thought was fly
She moved in and we got real close
And I can see that she was way above av-erage
So we tied the knot
And my second son dropped
About, six weeks after the album did
Y'all niggas know the rest
I won't bore you widdit
"Minstrel Show" came and went we
Went to war with critics they said
"We wouldn't make it as a two man team"
But this is part of a two man dream
That I had in my heart since
I walked out the store
That's what I did with my next day
Whatchu gon' do with YOURS?
Whatchu gon' do with YOURS?
And that's what hap'n, peace!