All Tha Time (feat. B-Legit)

You got Moesha, E? All tha time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All tha time, E You got the street sweeper broom? All tha time, B You got your chronic there too? All tha time Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down If your blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin' Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how much I been had to drink and I said, "A beer" Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin' drunk Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer I been in it, all around it, co-founded Did it when I done it, I must've been blunted Ninety-six hundred for the two P's I let the homie K-One run through these Places that I roam I let the hubs alone I wonder if they're trippin' at Nextel phones A bad motherfucker for the butter and grits And you niggaz need to know this shit You got Moesha, E? All tha time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All tha time, E You got the street sweeper broom? All tha time, B You got your chronic there too? All tha time I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock Organized crime, bitch, all the time bitch Get off his dick and get on mine bitch I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all Bitch me and my Click is off the wall I fucks with everybody to somebody, major factors To niggaz if you can't understand this shit Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good, nigga Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass You got Moesha, E? All tha time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All tha time, E You got the street sweeper broom? All tha time, B You got your chronic there too? All tha time Now the parties don't start until we walk in Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread And enough to have your head kind of tough Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the whole cards Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard So if you hard, and wanna stay that way You better watch what the fuck you play (Check it out) It's bring your own bottle, 'cause I be likin' To get to perkin' somethin' awful And compute that motherfucker slurrin' Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin' Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin' off the hinges Lurkin', torqin' my stay highs with Red Ledges I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop Buy me an empty commercial lot And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop You got Moesha, E? All tha time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All tha time, E You got the street sweeper broom? All tha time, B You got your chronic there too? All tha time