Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Night Long (feat. Billy Cook & D.P.), artist - Z-Ro. Album song Z-ro, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2004
Record label: KMJ - SoSouth
Song language: English
All Night Long (feat. Billy Cook & D.P.) |
We can ball all day, four play in the hallway |
Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way |
I’m the Don Datta, but you can’t be my baby mama |
Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama |
We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack |
And while you breaking the buzz down, I’ma be hitting it from the back |
Bend over baby, I got something to show you baby |
Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby |
Steady deep stroking don’t mind me, just keep smoking |
Bust a lot to break the serve and the soda water open |
But you ain’t my may thang, just a little something to the side |
So don’t talk when I’m talking on the phone, you keep quiet |
Just open your mouth wide and let me put it inside |
Smoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it’s time to slide |
Don’t worry about nothing cause it’s confidential |
Open up your runway for my? |
con? |
to dent you |
(Chorus — 2x (Billy Cook vocalizing in background) |
All night long, all night |
We be smoked all night |
All night long, all night |
As we flip and sip pink sprite |
Put a six in a Cris we gone sip on that |
It’s harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that |
Removing your thong, penetrate the pick and it’s on |
Still sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moan |
I’m number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barn |
Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn |
You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy |
And if it’s with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy |
Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clapping |
Hell shot, pussy with your man asking what happened |
And no excuses out your mouth cause you’ve been riding with me |
Arrange my soldiers, T-H-U-G |
See you can tell from the smile and the way that you strip |
Something ain’t right, though nigga been all up in the guts |
Better soak on some alcohol, and leave me alone |
Bitch ask for the cash I get it |
I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitch |
But don’t be tripping when I’m pimping in the club bitch |
We can hit the telly and get under the sheets |
Knocking you down till I move around back on the streets |
And keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins folding |
Then I’m coming back to beat it up until it’s swollen |
Baby it’s non stopping fix a nigga a plate |
So don’t worry I be coming to your house real late |
Meanwhile I’m a soldier in the battlefield |
I’m on a mission trying to get it, I’ma make a mill |
With or without you, but if you down |
Then we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic rounds |
But don’t be tripping when I say I need space |
I ain’t cheating but it’s some reason it’s a knee case |
I’m a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit |
But when I’m fucking you it’s beautiful I love the shit |