All Tha Time

E-40 & B-Legit - Rap, Bay Area Rap
All Tha Time
2 Plays
August 11, 1998.
Lyrics
[Intro: E-40] Uhhhh.. UHHHH.. UHHHH...Ah...Ah... [Chorus: E-40 & B-Legit] You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E You got your street sweeper broom? All Tha Time, B You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time! [Verse 1: E-40] Might not know how to read and write, but I do know Arm & Hammer If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bammer If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down If your blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, Terminal 3, quarter after seven Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin' Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how much have I had to drink And I said, "a beer" Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin' drunk Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk In and out of the holding cell, blood alcohol like a warrior And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer [Verse 2: B-Legit] I been in it, all around it, co-founded Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted Ninety-six hundred for the two P's I let the homie K-One run through these Base is on the roam, I left the hubs alone I wonder if they're chippin' the Nextel phones A bad motherfucker for the butter and grits And you niggas need to know this shit [Chorus: E-40 & B-Legit] You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E You got your street sweeper broom? All Tha Time, B You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time! [Verse 3: E-40] I got the turf on lock, 26 block Thorough beeper by my side, gotta be in the house by 8 o'clock Organized crime, bitch; all the time, bitch Get off his dick and get on mine, bitch [Verse 4: B-Legit] I be smokin' like a broke-down Coupe DeVille Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all Bitch, me and my Click is off the wall [Verse 5: E-40] I fucks with everybody that's somebody, major factors And nigga if you can't understand that shit Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards [Verse 6: B-Legit] Tiptoeing through the hood, nigga, is no good, nigga Gotta have a pass or we get that ass [Chorus: E-40 & B-Legit] You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E You got your street sweeper broom? All Tha Time, B You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time! [Verse 7: B-Legit] Now the parties don't start until we walk in Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread And enough, to have your head kinda tough Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the whole cards Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard So if you hard, and wanna stay that way You better watch where the fuck you play [Verse 8: E-40] Check it out It's bring your own bottle 'Cause I be likin' to get to perkin' somethin' awful And come through that motherfucker slurrin' Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin' Burpin', gurpin', stomach growlin' off the hinges Lurkin', twurkin', my stay highs with red lenses I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop Buy me an empty commercial lot And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop [Chorus: E-40 & B-Legit] You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E You got your street sweeper broom? All Tha Time, B You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time! [Outro: E-40] Uhhhh.. UHHHH.. UHHHH...AHH
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Credits
- Writers
- E-40
- B-Legit