The Day
Curren$y Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it

This what they fuckin' with me for in the first place
Documented my rise, represented my birthplace
My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday
My homeboys steamroll probably before I know that they in the way
My bitch in the tub, she got your bitch feeding her grapes
I'm watching Carlito's Way
Your friend since the fourth grade got you on tape
Called up, they threatened to throw him behind the gates
If he didn't cooperate
He handed you over that day on the silver plate to escape
Total disgrace, we don't do things that way
I ordered the Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days
You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream
When you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene
With all the cream, that's right, British racing green
On my latest foreign machine
Seat color look real close to tangerine peels
Soldier told ya what happens to fakes in the field
I'll pour out a whole bottle for my partner, he that real ill
Eastside at all times still
Chevrolet on three wheels at the red light standing still
Reputation on stainless steel

'58 Continental, dawg
Digital dashboard, no analog
Turn the corner and raise the front
My music is hella loud, so is this blunt
Unadulterated funk, baby
With four fifteens up in the trunk, baby
What a day, I play to play
'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet
And it's a dope ride, Duval gave it to me
It's on some Florida shit, you know the flavor, homie
It's stitched by Slick, so it's sick as fuck
Police behind me, they on my nuts
But they'll never catch a G like me
I do the right thing, bitch, like I was Spike Lee
And I might be in a IROC or a 5.0
Or a Cadillac fo sho, layin' real low
Moon roof open with the fin tails
Inhale, exhale, chem trails
Me and Spitta, that's some real shit
Crip'd up and whipped up, hand on the kill switch

Say, you better know it, man
From the NO to the LBC
It's what we do, man
We get to it like we do it
Always on that fluid
Spitta, Snoop Dogg
Y'all know what time it is
We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta
Yeah, we in a caravan right now
'Bout sixty-five cars
Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs
5.0s, Falcons, Cougars, Mustangs
I mean, I mean
That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold
That shit slick, uh




Okay, fifty-something Belair, huh?
I can dig it, mmm, yeah

Overall Meaning

In "The Day," Curren$y reflects on his success and the things he enjoys in life. The song begins with a pulsing beat produced by Harry Fraud that sets the tone for the rest of the track. In the first verse, Curren$y highlights the simple pleasures he finds in life, such as smoking weed in his Chevy and keeping a low profile. He also mentions his hometown and the support he's received from his friends and family, who buy him muscle cars on his birthday. However, the second verse takes a darker turn when Curren$y references a friend who betrayed him and handed him over to the authorities. Despite this, Curren$y maintains his reputation and tastes for luxury, ordering a custom-made Wraith and sporting British racing green on his latest foreign machine.


Throughout the song, Curren$y establishes himself as someone who seeks out the finer things in life but also acknowledges the struggles he's faced in his past. He acknowledges his Eastside roots and the car culture that's prevalent in his world. Ultimately, "The Day" is a song that celebrates the good things in life while acknowledging the difficulties that come with success and notoriety.


Line by Line Meaning

Keep the E in it
Keep the ecstasy in the car


Chevy's on switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
We're smoking marijuana while driving a custom Chevrolet with hydraulics


Don't post me in your pictures
Don't include me in your social media posts


If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
If you can keep our activities between us, we can continue to spend time together


This what they fuckin' with me for in the first place
This is what I'm famous for and what people are interested in about me


Documented my rise, represented my birthplace
I've chronicled my success and represented where I'm from


My homeboys buy me muscle cars on my birthday
My friends gift me with powerful cars every year


My homeboys steamroll probably before I know that they in the way
My friends probably make moves and take actions without me realizing until later


My bitch in the tub, she got your bitch feeding her grapes
My girlfriend is having a luxurious bath and another woman is serving her grapes


I'm watching Carlito's Way
I'm currently watching the movie Carlito's Way


Your friend since the fourth grade got you on tape
Your longtime friend has recorded you doing something incriminating


Called up, they threatened to throw him behind the gates
The authorities have contacted your friend and threatened to imprison him if he doesn't cooperate with them


If he didn't cooperate
Your friend was unwilling to cooperate with the authorities


He handed you over that day on the silver plate to escape
To avoid punishment, your friend gave you up to the authorities


Total disgrace, we don't do things that way
This situation is shameful and goes against our values


I ordered the Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days
I've ordered a Rolls-Royce Wraith which is custom-made and requires six months to complete


You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream
If you want success quickly, you're delusional


When you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene
By the time you realize it takes hard work, my team has accomplished their goals and moved on


With all the cream, that's right, British racing green
We have all the money and are flaunting our success through our green luxury car


On my latest foreign machine
On my newest exotic car


Seat color look real close to tangerine peels
The car seats are a bright orange color


Soldier told ya what happens to fakes in the field
My team has warned you about the danger of being fake in this industry


I'll pour out a whole bottle for my partner, he that real ill
I'll honor my deceased friend by pouring out a whole bottle of liquor for him


Eastside at all times still
I still identify with my hometown on the east side


Chevrolet on three wheels at the red light standing still
My custom Chevrolet is equipped with three wheels and I'm stopped at a red light


Reputation on stainless steel
My reputation is flawless and strong as stainless steel


'58 Continental, dawg
I have just acquired a 1958 Lincoln Continental


Digital dashboard, no analog
The car's dashboard is modern and has digital displays instead of analog gauges


Turn the corner and raise the front
I can lift the front of my car by making a sharp turn


My music is hella loud, so is this blunt
My music is playing very loudly and we're smoking a large, potent marijuana cigarette


Unadulterated funk, baby
My music is authentic and raw funk music


With four fifteens up in the trunk, baby
The car's sound system includes four 15-inch subwoofers in the trunk


What a day, I play to play
It's been a great day and I'm living life to the fullest


'Bout to scoop up my brand new Chevrolet
I'm about to pick up my new Chevrolet


And it's a dope ride, Duval gave it to me
My new car is amazing and my friend from Duval County gave it to me


It's on some Florida shit, you know the flavor, homie
The car is customized with a Florida flavor and vibe


It's stitched by Slick, so it's sick as fuck
The car is custom stitched by an expert and looks amazing


Police behind me, they on my nuts
The police are following me closely


But they'll never catch a G like me
They will never apprehend me


I do the right thing, bitch, like I was Spike Lee
I always try to do the right thing like filmmaker Spike Lee


And I might be in a IROC or a 5.0
I might be driving a Camaro IROC or a Ford Mustang 5.0


Or a Cadillac fo sho, layin' real low
I could also be cruising in a low-riding Cadillac


Moon roof open with the fin tails
The car's moon roof is open and the fins on the back are noticeable


Inhale, exhale, chem trails
I'm smoking marijuana and its smoke trails behind the car


Me and Spitta, that's some real shit
My collaborator Curren$y and I are authentic and genuine


Crip'd up and whipped up, hand on the kill switch
We're wearing blue clothing (a reference to the Crips gang) and driving a modified car with a kill switch


Say, you better know it, man
You should understand the authenticity of what we represent


From the NO to the LBC
We represent New Orleans (NO) and Long Beach (LBC), two cities with strong music scenes


We get to it like we do it
We approach our music and lifestyle with dedication and hard work


Always on that fluid
We're always on point and flowing with creativity


Spitta, Snoop Dogg
I'm joined by Snoop Dogg, a famous West Coast rapper


Y'all know what time it is
You already know what's up


We gon' ride out to this shit, so gangsta
We're going to listen to this song and ride out in our cars like gangsters


Yeah, we in a caravan right now
We're currently in a group of vehicles driving together


'Bout sixty-five cars
There are about 65 cars in our caravan


Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Monte Carlos, IROCs
Our group includes a mix of classic American cars


5.0s, Falcons, Cougars, Mustangs
We also have Mustangs and other muscle cars in our group


I mean, I mean
We have a diverse and impressive collection of cars


That nigga in that Cutlass, that shit cold
The person in the Cutlass is driving a cool car


That shit slick, uh
That car has a smooth and impressive appearance


Okay, fifty-something Belair, huh?
There's also a customized 1950s Chevrolet Belair in our group




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Shante Scott Franklin, Rory William Quigley, Calvin Cordozar Jr. Broadus

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@MansaNze

My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
But that clock around his neck is so fly
And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Make me feel high so I'm gon' spit it my way
Excuse me as I do me cruisin' rudely down the high way
I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Back to the thesis
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold ballys
Dickes with the creases
Pulling youngins by the coattails
Schoolin' em' who the beast is



All comments from YouTube:

@mariavelasquez8507

When i was higher and younger, this was that joint in the smoke session. My favorite song from curren$y

@Dabick_Guwap

It’s his second best song.

@Nonchalant1994

Mos Def brutalized that hook, Jesus Christ...

@oneeyedlair

AKA Yassin Bey

@davidmarley131

Og

@mopremedream3614

“You was cool 10 years ago” ahahah😂 this gem only get better

@MansaNze

My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
But that clock around his neck is so fly
And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Make me feel high so I'm gon' spit it my way
Excuse me as I do me cruisin' rudely down the high way
I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Back to the thesis
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold ballys
Dickes with the creases
Pulling youngins by the coattails
Schoolin' em' who the beast is

@lamarwashington7093

The way J Elec came in and slid on that beat 😢 the voodoo man did his thing, they all did

@8BitGoodness

"I'ma throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks/ And summon up the thunder, what!/ The voodoo man is coming, bruh." Man Jay Elec is awesome!

@Zeph100

As a 34 year old, and someone who grew up on early 90's hip hop....my favorite line in this track is where Jay says: "My mama told me son always call a spade a spade/ Be like chuck D/ Never B like Flava Flav /but that clock around his neck is so fly and way he complimenting Chucky with that bow-tie flow/ make me feel high so... I'm gone spit it my way"

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