Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything's Everything, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Everything's Everything |
| Aiyyo, we veterans now |
| AZ, AZ |
| And J-O-E |
| (AZ) |
| I’m back, no Belve, just bottles of Dom |
| With the same role plays that’s about to go on |
| Any stagnation, I rise beyond |
| Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong |
| From the streets where it all started, back in school |
| To the dough stacks, and nigga start actin' fool |
| Who’s be the loud type and like to flash the jewels |
| Hit something nice then broadcast the news |
| Facts and weed, this slow track that we |
| Did it all in the hood, had to leave |
| Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe |
| Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees |
| Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated |
| Return like you remembered, but more swifter |
| Stronger than your malt liquor |
| Money, hoes and clothes, don’t let them hoes get cha |
| They not fair |
| (Joe) |
| That’s how we ball, that’s how we bang |
| Show them how we are in them thangs |
| Play your part, play the game |
| Everything’s everything |
| (AZ) |
| This is real, believe it I take look for real |
| It’s perspiration under the booster wheel |
| Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi |
| You can catch me at Justin’s or up in Jimmy’s |
| Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride |
| If you lie, that’s the only way I let you inside |
| Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block |
| See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock |
| For face, the white clock and tainted shades |
| Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise |
| Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six |
| Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick |
| It’s just me, besides I’m just a G |
| Wit the O in the front, I know what you want |
| Believe… I’m sucka-free |
| (Joe) |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch |
| Don’t stop 'til you rich, cause shots never snitch |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain |
| Everything’s everything |
| (AZ) |
| See times don’t stop, and crime won’t stop |
| So I won’t stop til I’m sittin' on top |
| To every home phones and cells get blocked |
| And every hard top get chop til we drop |
| If the streets don’t get us, the peace gon' get us |
| Wait til the lord they don’t hit us |
| I’m so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky |
| (???) fifty, come and smoke with me |
| Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me |
| Sos' the most crispy, man I flow sippy |
| And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen |
| Back shots, ass in the air, best position |
| (Joe) |
| That’s how we ball, that’s how we bang |
| Everybody do your thang |
| (Joe) |
| Back up your work, hit the block and pitch |
| Don’t stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch |
| Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain |
| Everything’s everything |
| til music fade |