Ev’ryday

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now who be the top OG from the W?
Gang bang with heat, that's what I'm tellin' you
If you feel defeat, well then it dwell in you
And you ain't got enough chips for what I'm sellin' you
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim
'Cause if you keep 'em on, you gon' die in em'
I've been in that, that, and that hood
Hell, I even caught a little funk in the backwoods
I give props to St. Louis, props to Memphis
Buck the dirt weed, homie, let's hit this
Props to Minneapolis, props to Mexico
Or wherever we go, the CPT flows
Four deep in the Lexo, rollin' chrome in 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's my trick
And if you taste rubber, than that's my ooh
Don't panic, I didn't bareback her
I managed to fight the feeling she was givin'
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

[Hook: James DeBarge]
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

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Crawf Dog come through, slap meat in ya' mouth
Beating it out, yeah we freaked it out
You sure know how to get a brother off
I feel good when it's skeeting it out
So we seeping out, creeping out
Hitting hotels and eating out
She got dropped off at the corner of the block
'Cause her man got heat in the house
I see the nigga peeping out
What, what you gon' shoot?
You got a deuce-deuce, aww, that's cute
Scooter better scoot with his little boots
Before I put holes in him like a flute
So do I have to make the call to make you fall?
The shit I shoot come through the walls
You better not duck with your ass in the air
'Cause I'ma knock off your balls

[Hook: James DeBarge]
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

[Verse 3: DJ Quik]
I ain't givin' no respect to you bustas that ain't givin' none to me
And when shit get kicked on the asphault, don't come run to me
'Cause I'ma be all up in the S-Class doin' donuts, lookin' for the best ass to fit on nuts
He said, she said, you talk a lot, peelin' niggas eardrums back in the parking lot
Lying and puttin' too much on it, tellin' that story with a touch on it
'Cause pimpin' takes care of the playboy that love to take care of the P
You too, if you wasn't so concerned with another nigga business
How many cars he got, how many kids, and how many stars he knocked
How many years you done did that could've 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 12th grade
Lookin' for a self-made G, one that comes from the CPT
The D-J Q-U-I-K with no C, not to gangbang, sucka let my nuts hang
Gettin' down with Crawf and J.D

[Hook: James DeBarge]
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