Artist/Band:
Bizzy Bone
Lyrics for Song: All In Together
Lyrics for Album: Alpha and Omega [2004]
[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
(All in together now, now) Yeah, uh.
That's what I'm talkin' about Jae.
(What are you doing to me, to me)
Another Studio Rat Production, please believe
it. (I love the way she do's it
and she loves the way I does it,
makes a brother really want to sing)
Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how we do it.
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
All in together now, now
Now, now what are you doing to me, to me, to me?
I like the way she do's it
and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother
really want to sing
[Bizzy Bone]
You can ride it all night,
feel the erection deep in your section,
I got a pocket full of protection
She's sleepin' I'm cookin' breakfast
Huh, still
gettin' followed by those hip hop fans,
it ain't a thang for me to get swallowed,
I gets hip hop head
Let me your baby' Daddy, I keeps bread
And please
don't get it misunderstood,
I'm from the 'hood and it be good to be there
Talk about; Taste that, hit it all,
don't waste that, hit it all like A-Sap
Video record it, watch how we play it back
We did it all like way back, live it up and lay back
Soon as I reach my climax, hit the weed and freak the
black
Lookin' at me while I'm countin' this money stacks,
so sexy, yo man be grindin' don't he say
"Yeah, you can get the best of me"
Watch my back, you
can take charge when we in the dark,
gon' make me lick that ass,
be in your stomach and nurish your heart
Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste
that, hit it all like A-Sap
Video record it, watch how we play it back
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
"How many people has slept in your bed?"
It's one of my questions, please
That's why we at the hotel,
respect the presidential suite
Eatin' up all of
my strawberries, drinkin'
up all of my good Belvi
With a pocket full of magnum rubbers,
double XL, that's what they tell me
Anythang, like "B, I love
you" Baby, you know you lyin'
You only know Bizzy, you don't know Bryon
You think that my heart is too soft
to see you cryin' pitiful
And, don't get
mad; You fuck him for strictly physical,
I thought you was spiritual
My baby's mommas, and she know' who she is
And she can never come get that taste
again, I'm comin' to get my rim
But I think you know this,
and I got people in the streets
wondering how'd you ever get close to one of my fortresses
I gave you marriage, you didn't know what to do with it
Confused on top of the stickshift,
didn't know how to work my clutch, nitwit
And I tried to teach
the taste of temptation to take the ticket, I had to leave you
As soon as you pulled the trigger you so wicked
Holler, holler
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Use the words "I love you" like the filatio, baby
Don't swallow it, came at the same time, uh, you like that
Each silhouette, each sheet, pillow wet,
eat me more, don't you bite that
Little freaky deaky sneek in the back of the four door, you like that
Won't you try that, let me put it up in the door
(Roof!) Titilation, elevation, take it standin' with wickedness
Tendencies candle wick, and it's hot, you got me shakin'
Soon as I finish I rolls up
some spinach and feel it
The village, my niggas and killas
and dealers got the low down word the bitch was mysterious,
somebody wanna kill us
Mob Life,
bail, bitch
I'm best when I'm thuggin' check my etiquette outta the bedroom
and I'm thuggin' in Columbus, yeah
Long live The King, and The Queen and the
whole Regime
And I deem from tipsy bitches,
split these tipsy bitches, let's split
Man, the bitch can cut me,
fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my
Henessey
It gotta be satan testin' me, only God control my destiny
And yo' other nigga don't impress me,
watch suckers full of lust to that deadly
medley, love me "Let's be friends, let's be friends"
[Chorus]
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