Z.RO

All Night Long

Z.RO


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)