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All I Got
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Jarreau
Al Jarreau
Performer
Paul Brown
Paul Brown
Programming
O.C.
O.C.
Programming
Christian McBride
Christian McBride
Double Bass
Freddie Ravel
Freddie Ravel
Keyboards
Lewis Nash
Lewis Nash
Drums
Ross Bolton
Ross Bolton
Guitar
Joe Sample
Joe Sample
Piano
Chris Walker
Chris Walker
Background Vocals
John Pisano
John Pisano
Guitar
Jose Morelli
Jose Morelli
Drums
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Keyboards
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Luis Quintero
Luis Quintero
Percussion
Bill Reichenbach
Bill Reichenbach
Trombone
Joe Turano
Joe Turano
Background Vocals
Daniel Higgins
Daniel Higgins
Saxophone
Ryan Jarreau
Ryan Jarreau
Background Vocals
Susan Jarreau
Susan Jarreau
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Jarreau
Al Jarreau
Composer
Chris Walker
Chris Walker
Composer
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Composer
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Brown
Paul Brown
Producer
Natalie Cole
Natalie Cole
Executive Producer
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Co-Producer
Jan Fairchild
Jan Fairchild
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You oughta get comfortable. We gonna get busy. Say good-bye to the late, to The great Mr. Nice Guy. Do or die, I'm (gonna) open your eyes. Start a wild, wild fire inside ya' baby. Undecided, heart divided. Wonderin' how should, you ask me how long You can fight it, but tonight it's all about how strong. CHORUS: I'm gonna hit you with all I got. Get ready, All I got. Touch your sky, All I got. You'll be so pretty. Church in the mornin', But for the moment it's alright, Yes, it's on. East or West, full of stress. Troublin' reaction. I'll never rest, 'Til I get your request for some attraction CHORUS 2: I'm gonna hit ya with all I got. I'm gonna hit you, all I got. Close your eyes, all I got. Can you imagine. The radio be singin', uh-huh, uh-huh. All I got. Be ready, All I got. Touch your sky, All I got. We'll be shoulder to shoulder, Over over it's alright, Baby. VAMP OUT Baby, baby, the talkin' time is over. Now we got to hurry to the real thang. Didn't we let the season go rollin' right by. What've we got to lose by givin' it all we got. We gonna come out the winner, believe it or not. Just rally around the funk and say I love ya. Baby! Goin' in through the window, stayin' through the summer. Woe unto the woman that's startin' to doubt. All I got. All I got. All I got. All I got.
Writer(s): Arno Lucas, Freddie Ravel, Al Jarreau, Chris Walker, Ross Bolton, Jose Morelli, Joe Turano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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