Trip - Everyday Is War lyrics

[Intro: Scooba Steez] Turn my headphones up Everyday Is War n***a Yuh, yuh Everyday is war when you're chilling with Scooba Steez, Trippy T and P Walsh I'm on my grimy sh** n***a Because I'm a 90's kid n***a Ah, Ah [Verse 1: Scooba Steez] Weirdest weirdo, but he's always been real though Scooba Steez will snatch that mic and watch him spill dope Like spilt coke, for real though You n***as think its simple I'm back up in the lab writing sh** without a pencil Everyday Is War, whip out the pistol Crystalized, you can't meths with him He's the best within, best with pens, no pens I type them in, plus I'm high than the Eiffel is Thou shall not fight the man I just might unleash the beast within Lethal piece in hand, bleeping men Bleep bleep bleep, you can't speak again n***as wreaking, they're Puerto Rican pussies With Hulk arms you n***as still couldn't push me I don't beat around the bush, I beat the f** out the tooshie Or I be around the bush with the Uzi Shooting you n***as, that's just the clip, not the movie [Verse 2: Trip] Walsh hit me up and said, "Hey, get on my tape" To wash off the brains of all the fakes costing all the stakes These bars are awesome flames That we spray in your face like come lyrical mace Got you lost like you're in a lyrical maze Verses way above what y'all's thoughts could take Like sh** talkers thought with the dong that hang right below my waist Y'all a waste Everyday is war in this motherf**ing game Why I got a .44 in the pocket of my jeans Not a Glock, but the source of writing all my schemes Go ahead and take this away [Verse 3: P Walsh] Home invasion, chrome displaying, folks are raging Phone's a rang-ing, Po Po ranging, Oh no break it The back window, dipping out with the chips where the wind blows It's cold, ice cold like this nice flow Hop in the whip for the getaway though The renegades go with grenades and keep their barrettes low Think their smart like Plato, but they really play with Play-Doh Raping because they can't take no For an answer like a dedicated cancer patient Think they ain't restrained by latent print placement f** life in prison that's some f**ing gay sh** When the ba** hits I take it and ride it like a spaceship Won't be sitting in my sisters kitchen eating chicken cutlets I'm gonna make it and whip a Cutla** Kids acting tough, but they're really cut-less Like I said in front this, Imma always stay cuff-less Clean like Listorine, Mr. Clean, Christian dreams The politician, making people disagree When I'm finished ending my enemies they're going to make me an effigy The best is next to P, it's Trippy T and Scooba Steez