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Everyday

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Everyday Lyrics

[Soopafly]
Check it, I bust a bitch till she butt naked
Soopafly D-P from Cali one raked
Eastside Long Beach, this one to eat
Or all, rough, ruggeded and raw
We give it to yall, us niggas give fuck naw
It's like everyday, I greet my niggas with a grin
They pull out the dice, starting grinnin and shake it twice
But I don't gamble
, I pull a bitch like a door handle
Let that bitch go leaving with nothing but toe sandals
And a map, it's like that
I ain't payin a bitch nothing until they bring they pipe back
It's like twice that, my niggas feel the same they like that
Fuck rappin, fuck a around and you get snatched
What a tight match, and Tray Dee, Soo' and Style
When I say tight, they "Ha" like Juvenile

[Lil C Style]
Bust a regal, livin life illegal
Time to say whut up to all my people (Whut Up, Whut Up)
Eastsidin, did my first crime with an automatic nine
And every since then I been all about to grind
Tryin to rap, and slang at the same time
That was then, and look at me now
Ballin like a motherfucka, puttin it down
With Soopafly, and who got gangsta shit
Eastside Long Beach as we represent
[Hook: Soopafly]
Pimpin everyday (Every day)
We doin this Everyday (Everyday)
Everyday (Everyday)
Just doing our thang (just doing our thang)
We ain't trippin (Everyday)
We doin this everyday (we doin this like everyday)
Everyday (like everyday)
Just doing our thang, trippin

[Tray Deee]
We dippin, sippin, saggin, and crippin
Slappin bitches with this dick and stand vicious, we pimpin
Watchin suckas droppin bank rolls to hoes
While my mackin keep me stackin bank, gold, and clothes (He Strolls..)
With a limp from the limp of my clip
Plus this heavyweight peace with all the diamonds that drip
Bitch, you best to recongnize how we parlay
All day every day, ain't no playin a Tray
I'm like the ace of spade, bump a bitch doin too much
Catch her hanging out in traffic I'm scoopin her up
Jumpin out the white brouhm with the park lights on
High as a kite, shootin dice all night long
I stay hustlin and mustlin to keep my effect
Smoke a quarter or a half, fuck a cheap dime sack
I live it to the limit or don't live it all, get it and ball
Nigga look at me and my doggz
[Hook]

[Bad Azz]
I floss my gold chain, with diamonds
The Italian style, the bad person Tray Davis, Soopafly, and Style
I never lost my touch not a bit
Today I'm better than I was yesterday with this
Don't test my fast hand draw
Cuz if my strap is in the car, I'ma bomb to the jaw
We the number one supporters, of drugs and gang love
Smoke the weed, throwing up gang signs, we gangstas
Got to love it, got to thug it up before I'm out
I be on this every single day, no doubt
See me, I'm worth about 450 an ounce
I drop sixteen bars, and go and buy me a car
I'm just an local universal with my vocal
Put the whole hip hop fan base in a choke hold
My gang (Dogg Pound), a gang of gangsta entertainers
Sign an autograph, bangin, and we rich and we famous

[Hook] - repeat to fade

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Release Date
July 31, 2001
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