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Ev'ryday
作詞：David Blake
Now, now who be the top O G from the W? Who?
Gang bang with heat, that's what I'm telling you
If you feel defeat within'll dwell on you
And you ain't got enough chip of what I'm sellin' you
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim
'Cus if you keep 'em on you gon' die in 'em
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 let's hit this
Props to Minneapolis, props to Mejico
Or where ever we go the C P T flows
Four deep in the Lexo
Rollin' chrome and all wood
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
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 [Incomprehensible]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
Yeah 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
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So do I have to make the call to make you fall
You 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 [Incomprehensible]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 asphalt
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
'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'
And send me a broad that's packin'
I need a little yellow real mellow playin' cello in the twelve grade
Lookin' for a selve made G
One that comes from the C P T
The DJ Q U I K with no C
Not to gang bang, sucka let my nuts hang
Getting down Crawf and J D
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by
Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]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
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by
Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]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
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