All Night Long (Explicit) - Red Cafe

Hey all the way back from the 213 310

Cross to the 313 404 back to the 718 Brooklyn

This Chef Boy is all

I got the homie be flamin'in the spot

And this the new hot (all night long)

Tell them bouncers let my dawgs in the building

We gun get this thing started

Hey yo my money aint ever short

Ask my coach jump shot never off (uh oh)

I got a mean bomp in my walk

And im from the wold known Brooklyn New York

Okay now if you see me please dont holla

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

Hey shorty over there with the big ol' hips

Enough to lil heart broker let me give you a fix

Now we can burn and burn can cut leaves from the earth

Till you get a buz good to life up yer skirt

The hole east coast wanna know who bangin

Tell them boys shake down and

We got them things but wut up

(all night long) if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long) if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long)

Go head dog get cha dollas i got em in a bundance

Im from the bottom i get em in the dungins

Yeah they thirsty waitin on my debut

I chase cash not cat like pepper late pugh

I got style dressed in gutchi

Brooklyn ni**a a town stomp in them boots whoa

Hit em high hit em low

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

Oh cafe butter like parfkay

All-star game im found right in the palm kay

Yeah wud up shorty you hot shorty

You make we wanna pass the rock to you shorty

(all night long) if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long) if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long)

Hey yo i dont nagociate r&b chicks

Want me to pocreate

That lame over there yeah i know he hate

Just because he got a safe naw he aint safe

Why all the big talk dog u aint hot

U aint ready for the thug life you aint Pac

U the type to act tough when u pop in the room

But i know yer style you wouldnt pop a balloon

You wanna get some money (yeah)

You wanna get some cash (yeah)

Ball with some hard core g's from the ave

Probly shake down when we checkin the tenni's

Im on my grizzly like i play for memphis

(all night long)if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long)if you got some style

You could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up

Now pull yer hat down low (okay)

Now back them chicks up off you

(all night long)