Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Every Day Is Tha Weekend, artist - Celly Cel. Album song The G Filez, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Realside
Song language: English
Every Day Is Tha Weekend |
What’s up for today, I’m tryin’to kick it, know the homie wit it Soup up my dog, we hittin’corners, gettin’seven digits |
Cuz they come out when the sun out, it’s on again |
I make 'em grin when they see the chrome rim spin |
Twenty inch, don’t know I’m stingy like the Grinch |
I penny-pinch, let them play once and sit the bench |
It’s a cinch, to pull 'em out of the season |
If she choose me, don’t let that broad be the reason |
Smash off and leave a cloud, music bump loud |
Ride through the park and let them fifteens move the crowd |
Pop out and bail through somebody barbeque |
Make a play, drink a brew, see what I can run through |
And half naked in the summer, I’m collecting numbers |
I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up Go down so I can clown, late-night creeping |
That’s how we kick it, every day is tha weekend |
(Celly Cel) |
We came to smoke (Yeah) |
Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh) |
Sippin’on some Henn (Uh) |
Cuz it’s on again (It's on again) |
We came to choke (That's right) |
Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh) |
Sippin’on some Gin |
Cuz every day is tha weekend |
Slide by the store, pull out them big faces |
We livin’today, we gettin’drank by the case |
Leavin’traces of burnt rubber on the floor |
Everywhere we go, we light it up like the side show |
I’m sittin’on the door hangin’out the vehicle |
It’s Breezy in the store, yellin’Celly, where you feel to go? |
Straight-lacin', pervin’until I’m on my face and |
No destination, follow me, I got the population |
To get yo’go, it’s on when we hit the scene |
I know you feign for them sticky, mean collard greens |
Blowin’zips, chasin’chips, watchin’money flip |
Trade more stories, reminiscin’wit’my click |
Takin’flicks, never know when the party over |
Every summer, it seem like I lose another soldier |
Even ones havin’fun gotta watch yo’back |
They still creepin, every day is tha weekend |
(Celly Cel) |