E-40, Too $hort - Everyday lyrics
[E-40, Too $hort - Everyday lyrics]
I was raised with honey badgers
My honey badgers 'don't care'
Out here they play the game of death
Truth or dare for real
Block monsters like Creature Feature
Look like a plate? They gon' eat ya
Maney motherfuckes, never been to a club
Hard as nails, no sensitive thugs
I like ghetto booty broads that
Be doin they thing
Take care of they business
Keep they coochie clean
Brazilian wax, good hygene
Miss Sixty jeans, POParazzi earrings
I got a duffle full of scrilla
On my way to re-up with a 'JUST SAY NO TO
DRUGS' sticker on my truck
Soil celebrity, heavy in this bitch
Professional hustler
There's a science to this
He started with nothin, ended up with a lot
Got a record label, barber shop and a Maybach
Chorus (Stunt hard cause I)
Get dough everyday (I'm the shit cause I)
Get dough everyday (Hit a lick, nigga)
Get dough everyday (Hit your bitch cause I)
Get dough everyday
If you love gettin money say 'Hell yeah!'
(Hell yeah) let's do this shit
You mad the right choice if you're choosin
Bitch
You could leave if you ain't gettin down
But, you'll never be a square
Cause you get around
So you might as well go with Short
Reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough
No 20's and 10's, just 50's and 100's
I get it everyday
It ain't nothin if I want it
Cause, I hustle for the money
Spit a little game, now she want me
I make it everyday, and every night I get mo'
You don't need to be my ho
I get fetti, bitch pimp game is a gift
But, I don't really use it
For the same old shit
I'm on that corporate level, executive
My secretary is a naked bitch chorus
Can't let 'em take me off my square
Can't let 'em get to a fixture
Throw my life away over a fuck nigga
Born and raised in the Bay, I stay tucked
Nigga fuck with me you'll gon' pay
I'll buck a nigga
Money mackin and stackin, what's happenin
Mobbin and mashin
And if it wasn't for rappin then
I would probably be trappin
Trappin, no matter what, I stay packin
Blastin, if they run up I'm clappin
Round of applause, no hesitation
Instantaneous devastation
Everybody runnin, we just tryina get money
If you don't want none, you a dummy
You look bummy, still live with your mommy
You don't know how to hustle
Can't get shit from me
Don't even ask when you see us
Cause me and 40, we just
Chorus
My honey badgers 'don't care'
Out here they play the game of death
Truth or dare for real
Block monsters like Creature Feature
Look like a plate? They gon' eat ya
Maney motherfuckes, never been to a club
Hard as nails, no sensitive thugs
I like ghetto booty broads that
Be doin they thing
Take care of they business
Keep they coochie clean
Brazilian wax, good hygene
Miss Sixty jeans, POParazzi earrings
I got a duffle full of scrilla
On my way to re-up with a 'JUST SAY NO TO
DRUGS' sticker on my truck
Soil celebrity, heavy in this bitch
Professional hustler
There's a science to this
He started with nothin, ended up with a lot
Got a record label, barber shop and a Maybach
Chorus (Stunt hard cause I)
Get dough everyday (I'm the shit cause I)
Get dough everyday (Hit a lick, nigga)
Get dough everyday (Hit your bitch cause I)
Get dough everyday
If you love gettin money say 'Hell yeah!'
(Hell yeah) let's do this shit
You mad the right choice if you're choosin
Bitch
You could leave if you ain't gettin down
But, you'll never be a square
Cause you get around
So you might as well go with Short
Reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough
No 20's and 10's, just 50's and 100's
I get it everyday
It ain't nothin if I want it
Cause, I hustle for the money
Spit a little game, now she want me
I make it everyday, and every night I get mo'
You don't need to be my ho
I get fetti, bitch pimp game is a gift
But, I don't really use it
For the same old shit
I'm on that corporate level, executive
My secretary is a naked bitch chorus
Can't let 'em take me off my square
Can't let 'em get to a fixture
Throw my life away over a fuck nigga
Born and raised in the Bay, I stay tucked
Nigga fuck with me you'll gon' pay
I'll buck a nigga
Money mackin and stackin, what's happenin
Mobbin and mashin
And if it wasn't for rappin then
I would probably be trappin
Trappin, no matter what, I stay packin
Blastin, if they run up I'm clappin
Round of applause, no hesitation
Instantaneous devastation
Everybody runnin, we just tryina get money
If you don't want none, you a dummy
You look bummy, still live with your mommy
You don't know how to hustle
Can't get shit from me
Don't even ask when you see us
Cause me and 40, we just
Chorus