All Night Long
We gon' do it all night long
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
I got some pods of the kush with the rolls in the back
Never leave the house without the poles in the back
That boy's a snitch hope he chokes on a snack
I'm just the boy with the jokes and the cracks
But I never get too high and I never get too low
How that boy so warm when his wrist it look like snow
How that boy stand up when he Sippin on that four
He feel that shit inside but he ain't gonna show it
How I'm gonna walk in, money in the money counter
He do all the mobbin at night, that's the funny hour
Started in the dirt, yeah that's why I'm a muddy rapper
Make em' all laugh, god I'm a funny bastard
We gon' do it all night long
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
You got dough, then you got weed
Got sinsemilla, it got no seeds
Cause we got coke, we got beans,
We been acting like we got a disease
Come on lets just boogie, I ain't ever got' freeze
Serving sugar make a boogie, all my mans fiends
Get the finest things, bet on my mans dreams
No matter how you try you'll never buy this gang
No matter how much money, you can't buy this brain
Try to be me you can't fly this plain,
Underneath the table, can't fly this bank
Show you how to do it we got' fly this crank
We gon' do it all night long
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
I got some pods of the kush with the rolls in the back
Never leave the house without the poles in the back
That boy's a snitch hope he chokes on a snack
I'm just the boy with the jokes and the cracks
But I never get too high and I never get too low
How that boy so warm when his wrist it look like snow
How that boy stand up when he Sippin on that four
He feel that shit inside but he ain't gonna show it
How I'm gonna walk in, money in the money counter
He do all the mobbin at night, that's the funny hour
Started in the dirt, yeah that's why I'm a muddy rapper
Make em' all laugh, god I'm a funny bastard
We gon' do it all night long
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
You got dough, then you got weed
Got sinsemilla, it got no seeds
Cause we got coke, we got beans,
We been acting like we got a disease
Come on lets just boogie, I ain't ever got' freeze
Serving sugar make a boogie, all my mans fiends
Get the finest things, bet on my mans dreams
No matter how you try you'll never buy this gang
No matter how much money, you can't buy this brain
Try to be me you can't fly this plain,
Underneath the table, can't fly this bank
Show you how to do it we got' fly this crank
We gon' do it all night long
Drink been hitting me so strong
And this night got me so gone
We all right where we belong
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Daniele
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