{*gunshot*} {Hey Mario} {Easy!}



[Sheek Louch]

D-Block, Vinny... Idol

Let's go



Uhh, uhh, uhh

Hey yo "Walk Witt Me," still got the hawk with me

But tonight I'm not usin it, gun not shootin it

Feel good, it's nice outside

Put your seat back, let's go for a ride

You know where I'm headed first, 3-5-4

Hop out, send somebody to the liquor store

Might even cop a dutch, who got haze?

And I don't even smoke but today I'm ready to blaze

Then I'm headed to Warburton in front of the store

Get some cuffs for my niggaz then, drink some more

Then I gotta go through the hole, you know what I'm sayin?

Plus basketball started and my niggaz is playin

Then I might go to Mount V to check my dawgs

See who's out on the ave, hop out the Nav'

It's just a beautiful day

Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

White tees, white Airs fit beautifully

Benz Coupe, rims spinnin, Jake hatin me

But that's my life ("my life, my life, my life, MY LIFE") my life

In the sunshine ("In the sunshine! .. Everybody loves the sunshine!")



[Sheek Louch]

Uhh, that's enough, niggaz gotta see some bitches now

Next stop, Sheek headed to the Boogie Down

Straight to Fordham, it's 20 to one

I can't wait to bust off and I ain't talkin my gun

I see mami with her kids, still lookin good

Keep your head up mama, even though you still in the hood

Then I'm off to Dykeman & Post, back to Broadway

Dominican mamis, they out there all day

I sign a autograph, make mami laugh

Ask her did she ever take a Crist' bubble bath

I cop a mixtape and cruise through the Boogie Down

I'm on Broadway, GOTTA go to Harlem now

I can't forget my sisters, my queens

You beautiful things - word up

Cause it's a beautiful day

Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen



[Chorus]



[Sheek Louch]

Yeah.. yeah.. yo, uhh

I'm on the Westside of 1-2-5th by Jimbo's

Cop a turkey burger, that's where everybody goes

Or I might cop some Timbs

Pull over, let my mans and them hit my rims

Good lookin here's a hundred, nah I don't want nuttin back

Take that home to your family, don't smoke that black

I see a whole pack of shorties right in front of the mart

Some dark, some redboned, where do I start?

There go Kay Slay right in front of Paulo Express

Still holdin shit down, big crown on his chest

See them Ruff Ryder bikes in the street, liftin it

Everybody chillin, nobody thinkin about killin

Little kids wearin D-Block tees

And all day I ain't even hear a shot, or one cop yell freeze

Heh, it's a beautiful day

Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen



[Chorus]