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