Ice Cube “It Was a Good Day”

Ice Cube “It Was a Good Day” Verse I

Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
I don’t know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog

I had just awakened in the morning. I thanked the Eternal Spirit.

I do not know how to describe it, but today seems a trifle odd.

No canines are baying; there are no obvious atmospheric pollutants.

And my own mother prepared a repast without hog-meat

(Being recently converted to Islam, I appreciated this thoroughly).

I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the door
Thinking, “Will I live another 24?”

I ate well, though I didn’t overindulge.

I finally received a telephone call from a lassie I wanted to penetrate vaginally.

I secured an appointment with her as I exited my household.

I thought, “Will I live through another day?”

(Hopefully so, in order to intercourse said lassie!)

I gotta go ’cause I got me a drop-top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror and not a jacker in sight

Now I must leave to flaunt my convertible lowrider.

If I turn on the automobile’s hydraulic system, its bottom lowers.

I was obliged to stop at a red traffic stoplight.

I scanned my rearview mirror for potential car thieves; there were none.

And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all,
“Which park are y’all playin basketball?”

And everything is all right.

I got a page on my simple personal telecommunications device:

It was from the lady Kim, who is able to copulate throughout the night.

I telephoned several of my compatriots and I asked,

“Which park are you all playing basketball?”

Get me on the court and I’m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggas every way like M.J.
I can’t believe today was a good day

If I play basketball, I am a force to be reckoned with.

Just last week I scored double-digit points in three major statistical categories,

And I was playing lackadaisically!

Outmaneuvering African-American males 
Like basketball legend Michael Jeffery Jordan.

I cannot believe today was such a capital day!

“It Was a Good Day” Verse II

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn’t even get no static from the cowards
’Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me

I returned home and cleansed my body.

I didn’t hear any criticisms from cowardly naysayers today,

Though yesterday they were certainly flapping their gums.

Also thankfully, I received no hassle from the policemen.

No flexin, didn’t even look in a nigga’s direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What’s the haps on the craps?

The policemen did not try to intimidate me with force, or even look my way

As I wantonly disobeyed the traffic signage and cruised through an intersection.

I drove to Todd Anthony “Too $hort” Shaw’s house;

He and his fellows were watching the music video program Yo! MTV Raps

I asked whether they would like to play the dice game craps.

Shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em up, shake ’em
Roll ’em in a circle of niggas and watch me break ’em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even, back door Lil Joe

I shook them, I shook them, I shook them, I shook them!

I rolled them in a circle of African-American males, who watched me break even.

I rolled consecutive sevens and elevens, the ideal rolls in craps,

And broken even with a seven, then threw the dice backwards to hit a four.

I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I’m yellin, “Domino!”
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day

I collected my winnings.

Then we played dominoes, and I won that as well.

Also today, no one I knew was murdered in South Central Los Angeles;

Therefore, today was a today day. 

“It Was a Good Day” Verse III

Left my nigga’s house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelfth grade
It’s ironic: I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics

I left my African-American friend’s house with the money 
I’d swindled from his friends.

I collected a chippie I’ve been trying to intercourse since high school.

It’s ironic: I had the alcohol, she had the marijuana.

The Los Angeles Lakers trumped the Seattle Supersonics 
In national-league basketball.

I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep, so deep 
So deep, put her ass to sleep

I groped her large, ample fanny.

I brought forth my penis and penetrated her violently.

And I penetrate so deeply—so deeply—

So deeply that I figuratively kill her hindquarters with my thrusting.

Woke her up around one
She didn’t hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion

We awoke the next day around one o’clock in the afternoon.

She did not hesitate to call me, O’Shea “Ice Cube” Jackson,”
The top gun of intercourse

—Much like Naval Aviator Lieutenant Peter “Maverick” Mitchell in the film Top Gun.

I drove her to my house, driving with easy confidence!

I took another sip of a potent alcoholic drink
And my hydraulicked car lifted to three wheels.

I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams

I felt satisfied that everything had gone well.

I dropped my chippie’s posterior off, then peeled away from there!

Today has transpired as a dream in which I have been flying.

I was so pleased I didn’t even notice a policecar signaling me to pull over.

No helicopter looking for a murder 
Two in the morning, got the Fatburger 
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, “Ice Cube’s a pimp”

I saw no police helicopter looking for murders.

I ate a fast casual restaurant chain Fatburger-brand hamburger 

At two o’clock in the morning.

I even saw the light-emitting diode marquis 

On the Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company’s Blimp,

Which read, “Ice Cube is an agent for prostitutes.”

Drunk as hell but no throwing up 
Halfway home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say: It was a good day.

I am quite inebriated, though I am not vomiting.

I’m halfway home and many people are calling me.

Today I didn’t even have to shoot anyone with my

Avtomat Kalashnikova selective-fire, gas-operated 7.62.39mm assault rifle.

I have to say: It was a good day.