Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Night, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
All Night |
| Up all night, up all day |
| Up all night up all day |
| See some of us trying to get paid |
| I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder |
| Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor |
| Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills |
| In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off |
| Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life |
| Got to go get it and come back with it until it’s prison in my life |
| Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling |
| The fact that I can’t get no job can’t do nothing but rub it in |
| 20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25 |
| Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and strive |
| I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper |
| And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet |
| Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck |
| But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest |
| With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight |
| Since I’m going through the bitch that more for the night, come off the ice |
| Up all night day, up all day |
| See some of us trying to get paid |
| Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said |
| You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread |
| Already knowing I’m throwed when my pen is pimping |
| Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my benz bending |
| Straight down to the T I’d have a? |
| I promise I’ll do it right this time wait till the g get free |
| If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live |
| When I ain’t T.W. |
| to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off |
| Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house |
| Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out |
| Show me the money, I’m gone show what you need |
| Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed |
| I’m your mama I’m your daddy I’m that nigga in the alley |
| That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley |
| I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight |
| Praying to god I wouldn’t lose my freedom or my life before the limelight |
| Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter |
| Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter |
| Remember poverty, it ain’t a part of the plan |
| Cause while I’m on the corner hustling with work in my hand |
| Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block |
| But my plot is put my trust up in my Glock |
| Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose |
| But even though I’m still paying dues, I’m still the last man standing |
| With a mad cannon ready to bust |
| Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust |
| Cause I’ma ride when it’s time to ride strictly for cash |
| I’m doing bad so I’m leaning on a beam and a mask |
| A Mo-City nigga, we don’t know how to show pity nigga |
| Sold up your block and take over your whole city nigga |
| Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door |
| Aggravated cause it’s tough on the pole |
| (Reesa vocalizing) |