All Day Long - E-40, $tupid Young

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can’t name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It’s animosity, they show no love

Big bag, I been getting to the money

I know niggas out here really wish I bummy

Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy

Cock it back, pull the trigger nigga please don’t be a dummy

We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off

If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off

All my niggas official and y’all be knock offs

Bitch we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh

I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section

I can’t really trust a soul so I keep a weapon

Got Balenciaga’s on my feet every time I step in

Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I’m reppin'

Young nigga and I gotta get my bang on

Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on

Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on

Young nigga I’m just tryna put the gang on

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can’t name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It’s animosity, they show no love

Oouuah

Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)

Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane

Cocaine, cocaine comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name)

Magazine that’s the street I clih-zame

Some of my comrades doin' it big, some of my comrades doin' it small

Me personally, I sell music and alcohol

They call me E-40 I’m not a phony (Not a phony)

The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)

I’m havin' my cheese and grits with my prawns and my fried fish

Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks

Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation

How many years ago?

Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations

When I was flea-flickin', I was servin' the other side (For real?)

But they didn’t even know, just me and my guys (The Hills)

The other side can be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)

When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)

Biatch!

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can’t name one nigga that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It’s animosity, they show no love