Daz Dillinger - Everyday lyrics

[Soopafly] Check it, I bust a b**h till she bu*t 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 n***as give f** naw It's like everyday, I greet my n***as with a grin They pull out the dice, starting grinnin and shake it twice But I don't gamble, I pull a b**h like a door handle Let that b**h leave nothing but toe sandals And a map, it's like that I ain't payin nothing until she bring they pipe back It's like twice that, my n***as fell to semm they like that f** rap, f** 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 known about to grind Tryin to rap, and slang at the same time That was then, and look at me now Ballin like a motherf**a, puttin it down With Soopafly, who got gangsta sh** 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 Slap a b**h with this dick with stand vicious, we pimpin Watch a s**er drop, bank rolls a ho While mackin keep me stackin bankin, and clothes (We Stroll) With a limp from the limp of my clip Plus this heavyweight peace with all the diamonds that drip b**h, you best recongnize how we ball day All day every day, ain't no playin a tray I'm like an ace of space, I bust I'm doin too much Catch her in traffic I'm scoopin her up Jumpin out the white 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, f** a cheap dime sack I'm livin to the limt or don't live it all, get it and ball n***a 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 touch my fast hand draw If my strap is in the car, I'm going bomb to the shore We the number one supporters, d**, gang love Smoke the weed, throwing up gang signs, we gangstas Got to love, got to thugged it up for our mouth I be on this every single day, no doubt See me, I'm worth about 450 and ounce I drop sixteen bars, and go buy me a car I'm just an local universal with my vocal Put the hip hop fan base in a choke hold My gang Dogg Pound, a gang of gangstas and entertainers Sign an autograph, bangin, and we rich and we famous [Hook] - repeat to fade