All Night Long Lyrics - Red Cafe

Hey, all the way back from the 213, 310 

'Cross to the 313, 404, back to the 718 

Nigga, Brooklyn 

(What? Ohh) 

This Chef Boy IzzR 

I got the homie B Flame in the spot 

And this the new hot 

(All night long) 

Tell them bouncer niggaz, let my niggaz in the building 

We gon' get this motherfucker started 

Yeah, oh, yeah 

(All night long) 

Hey yo, my money ain't never short 

Ask my hoes, my dick never soft 

Uh oh, I got a mean bop in my walk 

And I'm from the well known Brooklyn, New York, okay 

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Now if you see me please don't holler 

But baby if you feel me you can throw me a dollar 

Hey, shorty, over there with the big ol' hair 

She look a lil' heartbroken, let me give you a fix 

Now we could burn 'em, burn 'em good leaves from the earth 

Till you get a buzz, get to lifting your skirt 

The whole East Coast wanna know who banging 

Tell 'em boys 'Shakedown' and we got them things 

Well, what the fuck? 

(All night long!) 

If you got some style 

You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up 

Now pull ya hat down low, okay 

Now back them bitches up off ya 

(All night long) 

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If you got some style 

You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up 

Now pull ya hat down low, okay 

Now back them bitches up off ya 

(All night long) 

Go 'head, dawg, get ya dollars, I got 'em in abundance 

I'm from the bottom, I get it from the dungeons 

Yeah, they thirsty, waiting on my debut 

I chase cash, not cat, like Pepe Le Pu 

I got style, dressed in Gucci 

Brooklyn nigga, A-Town stomping to oochie, whoa 

Hit 'em high, hit 'em low 

Pedal to the floor in the 6 'cause the 5 too slow 

Oh, Cafe, but I like parquet 

All Star Game, I'm found right on the parquet 

Yeah, what up shorty? You hot shorty 

You make me wanna pass the route to you shorty 

If you got some style 

You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up 

Now pull ya hat down low, okay 

Now back them bitches up off ya 

(All night long) 

Hey, yo, I don't negotiate 

R&B chicks want me to procreate 

That lame over there, yeah, I know he hate 

Just because he got a safe, nah, he ain't safe 

Why all the big talk, dawg? You ain't hot 

You ain't ready for the Thug Life, you ain't Pac 

You the type that act tough when you pop in a room 

But I know yo style, you wouldn't pop a balloon 

You wanna get some money, you wanna get some cash 

Fuck wit' some real G niggaz, from the Ave 

Holla Shakedown, when we checkin' attendance 

I'm on my Grizzly, like I play for Memphis 

If you got some style 

You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up 

Now pull ya hat down low, okay 

Now back them bitches up off ya 

(All night long) 

What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh 

All night long 

What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh 

All night long