Blu - Up All Night lyrics

I'm drunk Yeah, wanna get it real? Ya know'msayin? I'm really trippin' on this let me talk a little sh** Check it See I was three in '85 back in Cali with my papi On some "daddy can you buy me a fat gold chain sh**?" Now I swoop through alleys with your b**h up in my Caddy Like "daddy can you bang nuts hang before you play this?" Surely, I drops it hot so y'all can jock it for me And chumps can play the curious I'm on some gorgeous Georgie, porchy puddin' pop Pushin' rocks, stop I rock the floor B And hoes can not ignore me or be slapped for rappin poorly Like, let the force be with you, if you diss Blu it's end of story So leave your pencils and your pistols out the door please Or be smashed by the Cadillac-a-jack, sh** I smashed last night She told you she on the rag? Nah, she was on her back Tried to hit it from the back, but when I tried to get an inch in She told me just relax, so homie just relax I'm on some O.G. Mister Mack, and hoes know me but Only from the oldie pimpin' mags, on the cover with this Mag Like 'this motherf**er's bad', damn right Don't make me jam this mic up in yo' a** Stand right up in this cla** and aks the teacher who was bad And tell you LL cuz Michael Jackson was a f*g We be... [Hook] Up all night (x3) Check it out, check it out, check it out Now you can call me what you wanna doll Cuz every single name I love 'em all From sweetheart to f**ing dog, beat off I'm cummin' raw 's nothing y'all can tell me now that haters wanna help me And these fake Pac tools got Glocks to pop-shell me But the doctor left a note: don't do it, it's not healthy Plus I've got enough quotes, so what the f** you finna tell me? Got the chain over the pale tee, givin' props to JMJ But I'm like hey: waddup with Scott La Rock shell tee's? I rock spots till hell freeze, and stop to read my mail Please you disturbin' my peace writing and burnin' the peace pipe And inhalin' the trees, movin' Sue Allens name Flows that sue-wellin' brains, cuz ain't a crew swell as E's Since the Fat Boys, you frat boys are too swell indeed Stu-the-stutterin' like fake hustlers sellin' weed Tellin' me they sellin coke, I told his folks Oh please Your captain couldn't sell C's on a boat We OG's, no G's with old genes Hoes thinkin' that I need a b**h "Ey Blu you callin' me b**h?" See that's when I leave a b**h Cuz to become a b**h, you either come a b**h Or leave a b**h, but I been OG'in this since Adam called Eve a b**h And not to be conceided but, by the way, we the sh** Buy the tape like the hay and fly away where Eden is Either this is better than s**, or broads even with it Leavin' b**hes wetter than sweat, without seedin' in 'em They see me rippin' have dreams and see me in them Til they see me in the future, that's when I see them later They see my producer and ask them "have you seen him lately" And he like "naaah" then tell 'em that ain't how you treat a lady We was [Hook] Yo n***as be talkin' to me crazy cuz they think they as shady as slim I said there's many trees around you gettin' shade from a stem That's like takin' all the trees out, and blazin' the stems And tell the fools that ya shroomin' when you spacin' off of stems Then again it makes sense because you stepped to me Well too bad yo' a** missed food cla** cuz Blu has the recipe I made the track especially for you and you only But f** it, tell your homies they can envy me too Because you already mimickin' little sh** that we do So tell your folks go home, I got some grown sh** to do And a bunch of sh** to move because the throne's kinda heavy So if you ain't got a U-Haul, move off my set please Or get director's cut, direct as f** Without direct effects I'm directin' you till vets directin' us So if you wonderin' what's next for us Probably just some blunt with some stress to puff Cuz honestly we stressed enough [Hook]