Ev’ryday DJ Quik (Ft. Hi-C (Compton) & James DeBarge)

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now who be the top OG from the W?
Gang bang with heat, that's what I'm tellin' you
If you feel defeat, well then it dwell in you
And you ain't got enough chips for what I'm sellin' you
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim
'Cause if you keep 'em on, you gon' die in em'
I've been in that, that, and that hood
Hell, I even caught a little funk in the backwoods
I give props to St. Louis, props to Memphis
Buck the dirt weed, homie, let's hit this
Props to Minneapolis, props to Mexico
Or wherever we go, the CPT flows
Four deep in the Lexo, rollin' chrome in all wood
All up in the wrong hood, where bitches is no good
But pussy be so good
Now that's your wife, but that's my trick
And if you taste rubber, than that's my ooh
Don't panic, I didn't bareback her
I managed to fight the feeling she was givin'
Now you got her in bandages
And walkin' through the complex cussin' out managers
They let us in, playa, we got advantages
Truth is, she had homies, I was horny
So we laid on the bed and made sandwiches