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Common ft. Erykah Badu - All Night Long (Dirty Version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Performer
Erykah Badu
Erykah Badu
Performer
Alex Niehaus
Alex Niehaus
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Composer
James Poyser
James Poyser
Composer
Erykah Wright
Erykah Wright
Composer
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Alex Niehaus
Alex Niehaus
Recording Engineer
The Roots for Grand Negaz
The Roots for Grand Negaz
Producer
James Poyser
James Poyser
Producer
Adam Cerda
Adam Cerda
Assistant Engineer
Dave Buchter
Dave Buchter
Assistant Engineer
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Producer
Mike M. Koctt
Mike M. Koctt
Assistant Engineer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Producer
Grand Negaz Inc.
Grand Negaz Inc.
Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, wanna feel the vibe Wanna feel the vibe, wanna feel the vibe Uhh, wanna, what? Yeah Wanna, what? Uhh, yeah (Come on) Everybod', c'mon, uhh Yo, yo (All night long) Durin' divine hours, I use mind power to refine [Unverified] girls, and make 'em feel like black pearls Get they minds off acrylic nails and the rap world It's a lot you can find in the lost, black girl Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages Discussin' who we boned and who God is Pro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners I kick it for the Chevy, ridin' head to backstreet leaners All (Uhh) Night (Yea, yea, what?) Hah All (Huh, uhh) Night (Whatcha say now, Bee, what?) All (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Night Aow, Aow, oww (To freak it with the) All (Now let me get a piece of this) (Let me get a piece, Bee) Night Check it, check it I was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktail Tryin' to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and Rockwell Lock'd in this grid like a Tupac tale While her-on rock smells make the cops tail My third eye is my rail, on this L of thought With Afrocentric stamps I'm mailin' thoughts To my Gods held in court I dwell where rebellion's taught, and emotions seldom walk I try to 'Walk Like An Egyptian', but hieroglyphics fail to talk I guess the hustlin' is the unspoken Gospel Love that I'm an apostle, feel the holy spirit of Chicago E Bottom, here's the bottle I think I need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel (Come on bay-bay) Bust it I jus' wanna rock you All (Come on bay-bay) All night long, all night long All night long, on and on and on and on (Come on bay-bay) I jus' wanna rock you (All night long) (All night long) All (On and on and on and on) Hah, uh huh I (All night long) Jus' wanna rock you (All night long) (All night long) What? Yo-yo, yo-yo yo-yo check it, check it On and on and on and on A portrait of the Artist, formerly known as Sense The brain-wash, with my vocal tones I rinses Opportunity and the beat knocks Women, give me rhythm like beatbox But it's the year of completion I want a Queen to complete Rash' Who's flavored from stacks to Reeboks Send blessings to the family of Ice Mike Shit like that, don't help me write, right, but I got [unverified] Like a destruction worker, when it's time to build Get off like Sam Jack' and it's 'Time To Kill' In perseverance I'ma find a meal and provoke My gramps used to trick off big papers at the riverboat It go All night, all night All night, you got it goin' all night All night, y'know, y'know it all night All night, oah, ahh, hoah, hoh (Yea, yeah) I jus' wanna rock you (One more time) All night long, oah hoh (Ebb in feelings) I jus' wanna rock you (I ain't sleeping) (All night long) On and on and on and on Check it, I walk downtown to tempos and never lose the beat Some people got ignorance confused with bein' street On the street of desire, my body and soul meet Arguin' over thick broads and meals with no meat Had the cold feet for a second Mega-niggaz in my box throwin' suggestions Had me checkin' myself and double checkin', I popped the 'Resurrection' In the mirror I only heard my reflection Let me hold mics, while you hold dicks and CD collections And at MusicLand and Coop's, we can make connections I meditate with confidence, to not chomp on cents Outspoken like 30's but yet I guard my lips writin' niggaz with stripes I hold posture with poppin' shit to fat broads Wearin' ostrich, givin' 'em voice mail Tracks are like County to them I voice [unverified] If you believe in Heaven, why is the choice Hell? Why is this choice Hell? Why is this choice Hell? I jus' wanna rock you All night long, ohh, ohh (Keep goin') I jus' wanna rock you (Keep goin', keep goin', keep on) (And don't you give up) (Ah, keep on, ah, keep on) Ohh, ohh (Ah keep on, ah, keep, ah, don't you give up) I (All night long) Jus' wanna rock you (All night long) (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) On and on and on and on (Keep it goin' baby) (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) I jus' wanna rock you (All night long) (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) (All night long) On and on and on and on All (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) Night All (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) Night All night All night All (Don't stop now) Night (No, no, no, no, uh, uh) All (You bet' not stop) Night All night Yeah, Common Sense and Badu
Writer(s): Linval Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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