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All Night Long

Hey, all the way back from the 213, 310

'Cross to the 313, 404, back to the 718

Nigga, Brooklyn

(What? Ohh)

This Chef Boy IzzRI 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)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, okayNow 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 fixNow 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!)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)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)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 PuI 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 slowOh, 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 shortyIf 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)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 safeWhy 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 balloonYou 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 MemphisIf 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)What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh

All night long

What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh

All night long

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