Profa & GoSlo Feat. The Flake

Profa & GoSlo Feat. The Flake - All day and night lyrics

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[Intro The Flake & Profa] (x2)

From the club to the crib I be on ya,

You know wassup, I aint stuck on the corna,

Live it up everyday, like I wanna,

All day & night. All day and night..

GoSlo [Verse 1]

Turn on the news, i see politics,

But im more inta brews and the college chicks,

Excuse im on scholarship,

But i still get head from the hottest chicks--Yeah!

And I be drilling with the Profa kid.

Lotta bxtches gotta give 'em this propa d**k

No choppas aint no coppas..

I just cop a sip, and hey

Ms. Vanilla come and copy sip-this.

They say they sick, but they not as ill,

Every chick on the street wanna cop a pic,

But i dont really no what is adequate,

Maybe, Dad will see it and get mad at it,

But i un know, I un care bout these faggots in,

this place, they be reading like a magazine,

And i just wanna flow, like I gotta scream,

And you know it goSlo, so i gotta swim,

[Hook The Flake & Profa] (x2)

From the club to the crib I be on ya,

You know wassup, I aint stuck on the corna,

Live it up everyday, like I wanna,

All day & night. All day and night..

Flake [Verse 2]

Belgrade, white city where G's growin up

Where money lands above hands of cops

My biches brings me money while im G'D up

G style with the iced out G shock!

Money on my mind while im spittin rhymes out,

Trynna diss me, put ya money back to ya mouth,

Red,white,black ,white, with me north n south,

Gettin money is the thang, that im bout,

Bloody tears fallin while im gettin my first meal

Sippin rose fo first meal cheers

You can feel the heet, because im too real

Now powder, started with spreadin pills

Im to sick, they call me ill,

N dont trap with me 'cause when i shoot,i shoot to kill!

Fifties, hundrids, you can see im collectin bills,

Another hit to complete the feel, everything heels..

[Hook The Flake & Profa] (x2)

From the club to the crib I be on ya,

You know wassup, I aint stuck on the corna,

Live it up everyday, like I wanna,

All day & night. All day and night..

Profa [Verse 3]

Ive gone past steel, Ive gone past bricks,

Ive been going Hard Real, now I go the Hard-est!

Forget the nuts, I only bust rhymes,

Forman in the ring, all i gots, Punch-Lines, Brrrrrrrahh

And im bout to take 'em out, so i guess it lUnCh-Time, YEah!

And ma name go around the block, 360^,

Kill it evrytime, No mercy on a sick beat,

Hottest in the streets, run it soo much,

I got tar on ma shoes,

Keep it packin' with the heat, Aint got nothing to prove,

I'm on the real like I'm sitting on a fxcking cloud,

Got the skills, but they dont wanna hear me out,

No knife, just pens in the area, couldn't get scarier,

Knowledge is the key, so I'm breaking all the barriers.<br />

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Thanks to The Flake

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