Текст песни Everyday - DUG-G

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Bitch, we smoke like everyday
Rest In Peace Nate Dogg
Imma do it for LA
Still waitin' for a payday
Ain't givin' no fucks 'bout bitches
That's the right way
Applying pressure, hope it's okay
Time to roll another J
DUG-G from downtown
Good, just like Klay
Gotta love the Bay
Don't expect me to fade away
I'll be in this bitch, keep reppin' my way
Just smoked an ounce
I'm stoned as fuck
Bitch hit me up if you're down to fuck
When I hit the streets
It's time for you to duck
Man I feel like a God
Ain't fuckin' with no sluts

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Tired of these fakes ass bitches
Swear they have so many tricks
They ain't foolin' me
I ain't retarted
I ain't chasin' bitches
Fuck them snitches
Let's keep it real
So many homies are in jail
Waitin' for a bail
You rappers turn up too much
Forgot why you are here
I have no fear
Fuck y'all, you ain't doin' shit to me
I'm fuckin' untouchable
Put me on a task
Even if it ain't do-able
I'm still capable
Bitches love me
Cos I'm reliable
I'm doin' this shit for the culture
Hip-Hop with a pure rapture

Tryna' make a livin
My soul is in pain
People in the streets
Still strugglin
My heart is hurtin
All you rappers got this shit twisted
It ain't about gettin' lit
Takin' another sip from your drink
While another homie is gettin' killed

G loves the dough, don't you know
The shit I'm plannin' is bigger than Hip-Hop
Can't keep it on the low anymore
Imma change the world
Or gonna die tryin
I only got one shot, (one shot)
Music is all I got, (all I got)
Fuck all that fake ass fame shit
I only wanna make it big to get rich
Ain't got time for fake ass bitches
Sorry but, I'm not a fuckin' therapist
Duckin' fame just like duckin' bullets
Only interested in countin' them dollars
Bitches come with problems
It's the package deal
That's why I'm always ready to duck
Pure love worth more than a billion bucks

Tryna' make a livin
My soul is in pain
People in the streets
Still strugglin
My heart is hurtin
All you rappers got this shit twisted
It ain't about gettin' lit
Takin' another sip from your drink
While another homie is gettin' killed

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday