Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Day, artist - AMB. Album song Blood in Blood Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
All Day |
| All day, each and every which way |
| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! |
| All day, each and every which way |
| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! |
| I’m hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places |
| And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie’s faces |
| Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust |
| And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say «Rush!» |
| It’s like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head |
| It’s the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?) |
| The dead meets and plot so be afraid |
| We’re makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it’s all day! |
| Monoxide: |
| All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin |
| All of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind |
| Rewind and everybody comes to find out |
| That that’s why people like you die or either hide out |
| I got you glowin' and I’m squeezin' like Darth Vader |
| And I’m hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker |
| All it takes is a little bit of my hate |
| To get it goin' from zero to fuckin' totally insane |
| And I’m knowin' that — |
| All day, each and every which way |
| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! |
| Who want it? |
| WHAT? |
| Step and you get FUCKED UP |
| Whoever want it with US |
| LIKE WHAT |
| Want it with US |
| LIKE WHAT |
| Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions |
| My crazy mind that you can’t get with no connections |
| Protection is brought to me from the dead |
| It’s an army of the anti-life, so what’s ahead |
| Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around |
| All the wack can hate |
| And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes |
| Keepin' it wicked, but don’t know if it’s enough |
| I’m takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it’s fucked up! |
| Madrox: |
| I’m all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven |
| We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub |
| To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?) |
| What you got? |
| Nothin', I’m bein' positive |
| I ain’t even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous |
| As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade |
| Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. |
| ALL DAY! |
| All day, each and every which way |
| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game! |
| Who want it? |
| WHAT? |
| Step and you get FUCKED UP |
| Whoever want it with US |
| LIKE WHAT |
| Want it with US |
| LIKE WHAT |