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 youAnd 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 hoodHell I even call a little funkin in the back woodsI give props to St Louis, props to MemphisBuck the dirt weed, homie lets hit thisProps to Minneapolis, props to MejicoOr where ever we go the CPT flowsFour deep in the Lexo (Lexo!)Rollin chrome and all wood (Mhmm)All up in the wrong hoodWhere *****es is no good but ***** be so goodNow that's your wife but that my trick (Yup)And if you taste rubber then that's my oohDon't panic, I didn't bareback herI manage to fight feelin, She was givin noneNow you got her in bandagesAnd walkin through the complex, cussin out managersThey let us in, playa we got advantagesTruth is she had homies, I was hornyso we laid on the bed and made sandwiches[Chorus: James DeBarge]Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on theyStarted spotted (?) I don't know whyTurned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guardedAnd if you wanna bring me up back the ***** up off minethen we can get it started[Hi-C]Crawf Dog come through, slap meat in ya mouthBeatin it out, yeah we freaked it outYou sure know how to get a brother off off ya good when ya skeetin it outSo we seepin out, creepin outHittin hotels and eatin outShe got dropped off at the corner of the blockcus the man got heat in the houseI seen the nigga peepin outWhat, what you gon shoot?You got a deuce-deuce? Aw, that's cuteScooter better scoot with his little bootBefore I put holes in him like a fluteSo do I have to make the call to make you fallShit our shit come through the wallsYou 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 theyStarted spotted (?) I don't know whyTurned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guardedAnd if you wanna bring me up back the ***** up off minethen we can get it started[DJ Quik]I aint givin no respect to you bustasthat aint givin none to me (Why should I?)And when shit get kicked up on the asphault don't come run to meCus I'ma be up all in the S class doin doughnutsLookin for the best ass to fit on nutsHe said, she said, you talk a lotPeel a niggas eardrums back in the parkin lot (Ya need to shut up)Lyin and you puttin too much on itTellin that story with a touch on it (Damn)Cus pimpin takes care of the playboy that let it take care of the PYou too! If you wasn't so concerned of another niggas businessHow many cars he got, how many kidsAnd how many stars he knockedHow many years you done did that couldn't been spent on youSo 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 gradeLookin for a selve made GOne that comes from the CPTThe DJ Q-U-I-K with no CNot to gangbang, sucka let my nuts hangGetting down Crawf and JD[Chorus: James DeBarge] (2x)Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on theyStarted spotted (?) I don't know whyTurned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guardedAnd if you wanna bring me up back the ***** up off minethen we can get it started
