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All Night Long (feat. Bill Cook & DP)
   ------Z-Ro

[Bill 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, 4 play in the hallway
Takin' trips overseas, France, England & 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 & half on a sack
And while you breakin' the buzz down I'm a be hittin' 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 strokin' don't mind me, just keep smokin'
Bust alot to break the serve & the soda water open
But you ain't my may thing, just a little something to the side
So don't talk when I'm talkin' on the phone, you keep quiet
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Just open your mouth wide & let me put it inside
Smoke a sweet & to finish my cup & then it's time to slide
Don't worry about nothin' 'cause it's confidential
Open up your runway for my ?con? to dent you.

[Chorus: 2x] (Bill Cook vocalizing in background)
All Night Long, All Night.
We be smoked all night.
All Night Long, all night.
As we flip & sip pink sprite.

[Z-Ro:]
Put a 6 in a Cris we gon' sip on that
It's harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that
Removin' your thong, penetrate the pick & it's on
Still sippin' & smokin' strokin' steady makin' you moan
I'm number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barn
Automatic gauges vicious dogs roamin' the lawn
You got to worry about nothin' except for keepin' me happy
And if it with you than a bitch steady tappin' & nappy.

[DP:]
Steady tappin' & nappy, gettin' the headboards clappin'
Hell shot, pussy with your man askin' what happened
And no excuses out your mouth 'cause you've been ridin' with me
Arrange my soldiers, T H U G
But see you can tell from the smile & the way that you strip
Something ain't right, though nigga been all up in the guts
Better soak on some alcohol & leave me alone
Bitch ask for the cash I get it.

[Chorus: 2x] (Bill Cook vocalizing in background)
All Night Long, All Night.
We be smoked all night.
All Night Long, all night.
As we flip & sip pink sprite.

[Z-Ro:]
I need a thug bitch, a shop lift & sell drug bitch
But don't be trippin' when I'm pimpin' in the club bitch
We can hit the telly & get under the sheets
Knockin' you down 'til I move around back in the streets
And keep rollin' got to keep my Benjamin's foldin'
Then I'm comin' back to beat it up until it's swollen
Baby it non stoppin' fix a nigga a plate
So don't worry I be comin' to your house real late
Meanwhile I'm a soldier in the battlefield
I'm on a mission tryin' to get it, I'm a make a mill
With or without you, but if you down
Then we can do it together, drank rubbers & automatic rounds
But don't be trippin' when I say I need space
I ain't cheatin' but it's is some reason it's a knee case
I'm a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs & shit
But when I'm fuckin' you it's beautiful I love the shit.

[Chorus: 4x] (Bill Cook vocalizing in background)
All Night Long, All Night.
We be smoked all night.
All Night Long, all night.
As we flip & sip pink sprite.