Girl Talk - Every Day lyrics

I need e'erybody to report to
The dance floor right now
The world is very different now you know why
It's Gucci time
Big Gucci trap boys call me Brick Gucci
Dime piece time piece got my Swiss movin'
Swiss cheese out a hater if he act foolish
Swizz Beats Gucci Mane call it trap music
I think I need an ESPY
The rappers best respect me
They try to Ron Artest me they
Gone have to arrest me
Without a doubt I bring 'em out
The kid is all she think about
She cheated wit la flarе
But he didn't spill a drink about her
Do you know what time it is gucci timе
Fifteen for every diamond bitch
I'm hood rich wealthy and all that dough
I own forty bars but I have no idea
Its Gucci time! Cut the lights on
Cut these fuckin' lights on
All this ice on ain't no need
To cut the lights on cut the lights on
Cut these fuckin' lights on
All this fucking ice ain't no need
To cut the lights on its Gucci time!
Cut the lights on
Cut these fuckin' lights on
All this ice on ain't no need
To cut the lights on cut the lights on
Cut these fuckin' lights on
All this fucking ice ain't no need
To cut the lights on

Bah bah bah beat it up like a drummer

Now tuned into the motherfucking greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
I got you

I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things that
Go with the Porsche feelin' no remorse
Feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga
Grippin' my balls
Said the ladies, they love me
From the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin'
They like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin' off
The track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of the bottom
To the top of the pops nigga, London
Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it? Man
I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga
‘cause I'm straight with the Roc
If you feeling like a pimp
Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Kick that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta kick that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta kick that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta kick that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta kick that dirt off your shoulder

Pretty Girl pretty Girl

Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out

This world we livin' in, man
It ain't nothin' but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya
And New York brothers gettin shot for bombers
Now they got your life in the palm of
They hand like California
Players with dubs of hydroponic marijuana
Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter
Than a sauna
Down in Orange my boy Pots died on the corner
Behind a five dollar dice game
I saw him once before he
Died wish it was twice, man
I remember being eight deep
Off in Chucky crib
Lettin' us act bad not even
Carin' what we did
When we lost him I knew the
World was comin' to the end
And I had to quit lettin' that
Devil push me to a sin
My brother been in the pen for about ten
But now it look like when he
Get out I'm goin' in
So now I walk around with my mind
Blown in my own little zone
'Cause one day you're here
The next day you're gone

Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will live as one