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All In Togehter lyrics
[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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