Текст песни Red Cafe - All Night Long

Coach Carter - OST / Тренер Картер - Саундтрек
Жанр: Rap / OST
Исполнитель: Red Cafe
Альбом: Coach Carter - OST / Тренер Картер - Саундтрек
Длительность: 03:33
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[Intro] Hey! All the way back from the 213! 310! Across to the 313! 404! Back to the 718, nigga! Brooklyn! [*in background* - What?! Ohh!!] This Chef Boy IzzR I got the homie B Flame in the spot And this the new hot (all night long!) Tell them bouncer niggaz let my niggaz in the building We gon get this motherfucker started Yeah! Oh! Yeah! (all night long!) [Verse 1] Hey yo my money ain't never short Ask my hoes, my dick never soft Uh oh! I got a mean bop in my walk And I'm from the well known Brooklyn, New York, okay! Now if you see me please don't holler But baby if you feel me you can throw me a dollar Hey shorty over there with the big ol' hair She look a lil' heartbroken, let me give you a fix Now we could burn em, burn 'em good leaves from the earth Till you get a buzz, get to lifting your skirt The whole east coast wanna know who banging Tell 'em boys Shakedown and we got them things! Well what the fuck!! (all night long!) [Chorus - repeat 2x] If you got some style You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up Now pull ya hat down low, okay! Now back them bitches up off ya! (all night long!) [Verse 2] Go head dawg, get ya dollars, I got 'em in abundance I'm from the bottom, I get it from the dungeons Yeah they thirsty, waiting on my debut I chase cash, not cat, like Pepe Le Pu I got style, dressed in Gucci Brooklyn nigga, A-Town stomping to Oochie-whoa! Hit 'em high, hit 'em low Pedal to the floor in the 6 cause the 5 too slow Oh! Cafe, but I like parquet All Star Game I'm found right on the parquet Yeah! What up shorty?! You hot shorty! You make me wanna pass the route to you shorty! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey yo, I don't negotiate R&B chicks want me to procreate That lame over there, yeah I know he hate Just because he got a safe, nah he ain't safe Why all the big talk dawg, you ain't hot You ain't ready for the Thug Life, you ain't Pac You the type that act tough when you pop in a room But I know yo style, you wouldn't pop a balloon You wanna get some money, you wanna get some cash Fuck wit some real G niggaz, from the Ave Holla Shakedown! when we checkin attendance I'm on my +Grizzly+, like I play for +Memphis+ [Chorus] [Outro] What?! Ohh!! What?! Ohh!! What?! Ohh!! All night long! What?! Ohh!! What?! Ohh!! What?! Ohh!! All night long!
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