Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Day Long, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
All Day Long |
| Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on |
| I could never switch up on my day ones |
| You can’t name one nigga that I changed on |
| I been gettin' to the bag all day long |
| I came from poverty, straight out the mud |
| My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs |
| They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs |
| It’s animosity, they show no love |
| Big bag, I been getting to the money |
| I know niggas out here really wish I bummy |
| Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy |
| Cock it back, pull the trigger nigga please don’t be a dummy |
| We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off |
| If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off |
| All my niggas official and y’all be knock offs |
| Bitch we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh |
| I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section |
| I can’t really trust a soul so I keep a weapon |
| Got Balenciaga’s on my feet every time I step in |
| Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I’m reppin' |
| Young nigga and I gotta get my bang on |
| Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on |
| Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on |
| Young nigga I’m just tryna put the gang on |
| Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on |
| I could never switch up on my day ones |
| You can’t name one nigga that I changed on |
| I been gettin' to the bag all day long |
| I came from poverty, straight out the mud |
| My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs |
| They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs |
| It’s animosity, they show no love |
| Oouuah |
| Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades) |
| Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane |
| Cocaine, cocaine comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name) |
| Magazine that’s the street I clih-zame |
| Some of my comrades doin' it big, some of my comrades doin' it small |
| Me personally, I sell music and alcohol |
| They call me E-40 I’m not a phony (Not a phony) |
| The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna) |
| I’m havin' my cheese and grits with my prawns and my fried fish |
| Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks |
| Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation |
| How many years ago? |
| Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations |
| When I was flea-flickin', I was servin' the other side (For real?) |
| But they didn’t even know, just me and my guys (The Hills) |
| The other side can be anywhere in your city (Anywhere) |
| When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions) |
| Biatch! |
| Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on |
| I could never switch up on my day ones |
| You can’t name one nigga that I changed on |
| I been gettin' to the bag all day long |
| I came from poverty, straight out the mud |
| My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs |
| They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs |
| It’s animosity, they show no love |