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