All Day Long (Explicit)

All Day Long (Explicit) - E-40/$tupid Young

Lyrics by：Earl T. Stevens

Composed by：Earl T. Stevens

Paupa got beats making history on God

Young n***a glock on me with my chains on

Chains on

I can never switch up on my day one

Day one

You can't name one n***a that I changed on

Changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty straight out the mud

My n***as ride for me yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me strapped with them slugs

It's animosity they show no love

Decades decades I been in it for decades

Decades

Methane propane ninety-one oct-tin-ane

C*****e c*****e comin' up outta the gih-name

Gih-name

Magazine that's the street I clih-name

Some of my comrades doin' it big

Some of my comrades doin' it small

Me personally I sell music and alcohol

They call me E-40 I'm not a phony

Phony

The soil love me like fried bologna

Fried bologna

I'm havin' my cheese and grits

With my prawns and my fried fish

Back in the glory days I used to sell hella bricks

Then I went into hibernation and took a vacation

How many years ago

Thirty plus years ago statute of limitations

Limitation

When I was flea-flickin' I was servin' the other side

For real

But they didn't even know just me and my guys

The deal

The other side can't be anywhere in your city

Anywhere

When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies

Onions

B***h

Young n***a glock on me with my chains on

Chains on

I can never switch up on my day one

Day one

You can't name one n***a that I changed on

Changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty straight out the mud

My n***as ride for me yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me strapped with them slugs

It's animosity they show no love

Big bag I been getting to the money

I know n***as out here really wish I'm bummy

Glock twenty-three tucked by the tummy

Cocked it back pull the trigger n***a

Please don't be a dummy

We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off

If we catch an opp slippin' let them glocks off

All my n***as official and y'all be knockoffs

B***h we do this in loving memory of Pop off uh

I been gettin' to the bag put on for my section

I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon

Got balencis on my feet every time I step in

Two fingers with a thumb you know what I'm reppin'

Young n***a and I gotta get my bang on

Keep a glock every time I got my chains on

Big chopper enemigos we gon' rain on

Young n***a I'm just tryna put the gang on

Young n***a glock on me with my chains on

Chains on

I could never switch up on my day one

Day one

You can't name one n***a that I changed on

Changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty straight out the mud

My n***as ride for me yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me strapped with them slugs

It's animosity they show no love