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DJ Quik - Ev'ryday lyrics
[DJ Quik] Now... Now who be the top OG from the W? (Who?) Gangbang with heat, that's what I'm telling you (You) If you feel defeat within'll dwell on you And you aint got enough chip of what I'm sellin you (Ch-ching) Now get up out them bandanas, try denim (Hm) Cus if you keep ‘em on you gon die in ‘em *gunshot* Pop in that, in that and that hood Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods I give props to St Louis, props to Memphis Buck the dirt weed, homie lets hit this Props to Minneapolis, props to Mejico Or where ever we go the CPT flows Four deep in the Lexo (Lexo!) Rollin chrome and all wood (Mhmm) All up in the wrong hood Where bitches is no good but pussy be so good Now that's your wife but that my trick (Yup) And if you taste rubber then that's my ooh Don't panic, I didn't bareback her I manage to fight feelin, She was givin none Now you got her in bandages And walkin through the complex, cussin out managers They let us in, playa we got advantages Truth is she had homies, I was horny so we laid on the bed and made sandwiches [Chorus: James DeBarge] Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they Started spotted (?) I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine then we can get it started [Hi-C] Crawf Dog come through, slap meat in ya mouth Beatin it out, yeah we freaked it out You sure know how to get a brother off off ya good when ya skeetin it out So we seepin out, creepin out Hittin hotels and eatin out She got dropped off at the corner of the block cus the man got heat in the house I seen the nigga peepin out What, what you gon shoot? You got a deuce-deuce? Aw, that's cute Scooter better scoot with his little boot Before I put holes in him like a flute So do I have to make the call to make you fall Shit our shit come through the walls You better not duck with ya ass in the air, cus I'ma knock off ya balls! [Chorus: James DeBarge] Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they Started spotted (?) I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine then we can get it started [DJ Quik] I aint givin no respect to you bustas that aint givin none to me (Why should I?) And when shit get kicked up on the asphault don't come run to me Cus I'ma be up all in the S class doin doughnuts Lookin for the best ass to fit on nuts He said, she said, you talk a lot Peel a niggas eardrums back in the parkin lot (Ya need to shut up) Lyin and you puttin too much on it Tellin that story with a touch on it (Damn) Cus pimpin takes care of the playboy that let it take care of the P You too! If you wasn't so concerned of another niggas business How many cars he got, how many kids And how many stars he knocked How many years you done did that couldn't been spent on you So get on out and get it crackin (G'on) And send me a broad that's packin (yeah) I need a little yellow real mellow playin Cello in the twelve grade Lookin for a selve made G One that comes from the CPT The DJ Q-U-I-K with no C Not to gangbang, sucka let my nuts hang Getting down Crawf and JD [Chorus: James DeBarge] (2x) Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they Started spotted (?) I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine then we can get it started |
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