Johnson&Jonson, 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 shit 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 shit?"
Now I swoop through alleys with your
Bitch 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
Shit 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 OG mister Mack
And hoes know me but
Only from the oldie pimpin' mags
On the cover with this Mag
Like 'this motherfucker's bad', damn right
Don't make me jam this mic up in yo' ass
Stand right up in this class and
Aks the teacher who was bad
And tell you LL cuz Michael Jackson was a fag
We be

Up all night
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 fucking 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 fuck 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 bitch
"Ey Blu you callin' me bitch?"
See that's when I leave a bitch
Cuz to become a bitch

You either come a bitch or leave a bitch
But, I been OG'in this since
Adam called Eve a bitch
And not to be conceided but, by the way
We the shit buy the tape like the hay and
Fly away where Eden is
Either this is better than sex
Or broads even with it
Leavin' bitches 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

Yo niggas 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' ass missed food
Class cuz Blu has the recipe
I made the track especially for
You and you only but fuck it

Tell your homies they can envy me too
Because you already mimickin' little
Shit that we do so tell your folks go home
I got some grown shit to do
And a bunch of shit 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 fuck
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