Everyday All Day

God is good and if you would, you should just
Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address
Throwin' best tracks to me to me
With the real chill, not the run of the mill deals
We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rachim, Mook Daddy
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
See who wants to be naughty or nicest
So that sometimes they do me
Then the ruler Lord Ramsey, he comes handy on the roll again
My man engineer all-star Dave
'Cos we come this deep everyday all day
Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see
The message I'm sendin' from London to Linley
Snatchin' and maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you?
And rockin' dawn 'til dusk
So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones
A name pertained for niggas who, who
Def Jef in effect, we got the producer of this track KayGee
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice
We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
Dressed to the best to impress but after they try to diss it
That keeps you boogie 'n happily
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
Play to the way I see 'em, play all day is what He'll bless

In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show
Hittin' ideas to use, a half of us snit or two
Down with Sha-k-a-m, pimp or, man, they swiftin'
And that's simply elementary Watson

This is how we play everyday all day
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts, grub scouts gettin' rubbed out
Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
Skee Steve, Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out
R U N ya L I P, you will B E G O N E

(Throw it bro)
And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh
And what poop last but not least, Camille
So make way
Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically

My man on the sax Andy
We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house
And that's comin' from the drifter and if ya
Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
And we outta here like last year
'Cos on the shrift and Naughty Nature ain't waltzin'
Naughty by Nature the creator of all y'all
You oughta store it all, fast forward 'fore I ring props
Cherokee, [Incomprehensible] and Lisa
I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh
A strong what up to the brothers from the Natcheo
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house

I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue patrol
We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze 'til this came out
Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit
Well guess a nigga, I'll take a pistol

Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin'
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
But now it's [Incomprehensible] I don't even try to outrun them

So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Datsun
Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse?
The sharper day with double jade is the props see
Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her
You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho

The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me

Come rock a lil' somethin', now we're all outta time so
It's that girlie, head of the headquarters Shirley
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin' so you get out of it
I'm leavin' 'em evil and seein' 'em bein' a torture with dull props
The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and trueology
I'm mackin' 'n' rackin' 'n' cappin' the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be
Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
From Chill town JC to Brooklyn with A D

Yo yo hey yo
Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin'

I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day
We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd
With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
I won't give up 'til you had 'nough of these call shots
Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin'

I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
We got Anj-Du, G-Quick
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And nuthin' weaker behind is watchin', kick her
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
Showin' time is for clocks, knockin' poppas
Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day
We feel this way every single day all day
I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes
See yo, you say cheeka boo
Plus is the voice behind the Flavor Unit, all time, all early
At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E
When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush
I'm all that and never go out the small way
Some nasty ass me, Naughty, and nappy but happy
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
Pop pop you try to shine I make your heart work proper