Have A Nice Day (fuck you) Songtext
von Mount Westmore

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 (woah)
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, 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 the globe
Shit get hot up in the kitchen, 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 (woah, why, why?)
All the shit these niggas talkin′, I can smell they 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)
Right before I let this stainless hit you (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 (woah)
Thank you, have a nice day, I′m in the wind (I'm in the wind, mayne, uh)

When fetti come 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 (leap)
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 favourite rapper 'cause his style is so unique" (flows)
"They say that he the first rapper to rap in cursive off-beat" (cold)


He be gassin', they need some Tums, acid reflex (reflex)
Bound to see him at Food for Less or Grocery Outlet (outlet)
Ain′t no other place like The Bay, hoe, 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, woah, why, why, why?)
Get arrested, get out and start over, hoe (hoe)
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 (woah)
Thank you, have a nice day, I'm in the wind

I′m her mentor and her 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 tricks wanna fuck these hoes, you a customer
You don′t give a fuck, I really fuck 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 all the bad guy (woah, 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, yeah, oh)

Fuck you (fuck you)
Kiss my ass (kiss my ass)
Die slow (why?)
Your life is trash (woah)
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 give 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"
60 years later, we barely got a crumb
60 years later, we still in them streets
We didn′t overcome, we victim of elites
Nigga, grab that microphone, nigga, crab them cleats (woah, why, why, why?)
Nigga, catch that pass, nigga, rock them beats
To every man, woman, boy or girl
That find theyself 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 (woah)
Thank you, have a nice day, I′m in the wind