Ev'ryday

Now... Now who be the top

OG from the

W? (Who?)

Gangbang with heat, that's what

I'm telling you (You)

If you feel defeat within'll dwell on you

And you aint got enough chip of what

I'm sellin you (Ch-ching)

Now get up out them bandanas, try denim (Hm)

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 [Chorus: 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 [Hi-C]

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! [Chorus: 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 [DJ Quik]

I aint givin no respect to you bustas that aint 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 [Chorus x2: 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