Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - Memphis Bleek. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Everyday |
| Ay yo, you niggas know the memph stay high and shit |
| Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip |
| Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip |
| You know the five double oh You know how it go You know all the hoes be bad to the toes |
| Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold |
| You know how I be, drop z3 |
| Meet one freak, bleek two heats |
| Nigga thats the rules, get at you dudes |
| Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes |
| Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck |
| Before they get a nut, first head in the truck |
| Shit we do 60, cranberry bentley |
| This whatchu want, ho come and get me You know the move |
| It gotta be right before you push the z Give me head at the lights |
| Everyday its just the same though |
| We just tryna see tomorrow |
| As we try to pay attention to the people we are |
| Im just trying to have some fun |
| Live my life and own my gun |
| I know I cant live forever |
| Yo, yo she coul push the plymouth, switch while Im in it |
| You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute |
| She know that the memph give a hundred percent |
| She can see the jewels shine from under the tints |
| Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints |
| Or your wife giving head from under the tints |
| You know that the crew wilin in the turtle top |
| State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got |
| Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them |
| In the range gettin brains or the drop bm Who you know that can stop these mens? |
| Im come through in the cadi, the color of gin |
| Somethin clear you can see right in Dont mistake the passenger, your wife was in I let her underhand me, give me brain in the banji |
| While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga |
| Yo check it, uh ay yo |
| Watch the wife, she dont play |
| You seen how she scratched the clk |
| She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun |
| And when they smoke they like to take shotguns |
| And when I fuck I hit like shotguns |
| Violate me, get beat with shotguns |
| I can fight, I know Im a boxer |
| See bleek in the hardtop boxer |
| Down in frisco poppin my collars |
| Smoke champelly, all black impalla |
| 3 wheelin, hennesey spillin |
| Fuck the world, thats how bleek feelin |
| Cherry red m3, thats me When you be like damn you killin em, thats me You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes |
| Blue as the watch face |
| The watch stay faced — nigga |
| Im just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah |
| Im just tryna do whats right |
| Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no… |