All Day Everyday

South Central Cartel

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    Westside
    East, to the fuckin South
    Gangstas

    Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all
    Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog
    The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis
    2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis
    See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride
    But I don't see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot
    G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk
    ]From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump
    I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc'
    Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke
    Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons
    Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin
    It's action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique
    West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with
    S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs
    Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum
    Bitch

    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through L.A., what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

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    Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo
    My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A
    Cappin your ass quicker than a G
    So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin D's
    My dress code's casual, you know the routine
    Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean
    My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga
    I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga
    Fuckin with a young vet nigga
    Ain't nuthin goin on but the gangsta
    South Central's finest, Murder Squad's finest
    Try to take my low-low, I be seein 24 low-low
    With a L, that's on my baby girl
    You hear these bullets hummin, comin atcha
    They'll snatch ya, caught up in a rapture
    Fuckin with me the O.G. from the S.C., swap meet dweller
    Quick to pull the heat in your cellar

    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through ATLANTA, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through ST.LOUIS, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

    Ta-dow! How you like me now
    As I skate in a rag 8 with Mc Eiht
    Collectin stripes, dumpin all night
    We too tight as we ride, slide
    With the heat on my side
    A .45'll knock your ass closer to the sky
    Nigga you best to break fast like juice
    Lettin 32 loose from the carbon deuce-deuce
    Fuck a truece, cause when I go y'all gots to bury me
    In my Chuck T's, Khakis and B.V.T
    Y'all feelin me, still a G
    Cold drop the four and roll to the store for 'gnac
    I gets bent like that
    Rata-tat-tat from Mac 10's, hit the corner and spin
    On them D's, yellin: 'Fuck you G, nigga this's S.C.C.'
    We regulates the S.C., I puts it down for C.C
    With baby Nine next to me fool, and when we dump
    We're head-huntin for punks, so you better try
    To play rug and lie

    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through TEXAS, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through OAKLAND, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through ILLTOWN, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    Rollin through MACKTOWN, what do I see?
    A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me
    All day everyday I don't give a fuck
    Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
    All over the WESTCOAST, what do I see?
    A gang of G niggas dressed just like me

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    Composition: A. Patterson

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