Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

All Night Long Lyrics

f/ Billy Cook, DP

 

 (Billy Cook)

 Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down

 All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [DP]

 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

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 (Chorus - 4x)