Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ev'ryday, artist - DJ Quik. Album song Under Tha Influence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Ev'ryday |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| I ain’t givin no respect to you bustas |
| That ain’t 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 |
| 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 |