All In lyrics

Artist  : Q-tip 
Song : All In



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[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all
serious... 
I`d love to be serious but... effortless shit. 
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. 
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero. 
Make the sh*t get loud-a. Even more in my
headphones loud-a. 
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo` as* cheeks. 
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon` knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified sh*t up.
Girl, it`s like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin` all the bankin`
chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin` out the club. Rap cats, lock it
up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my sh*t plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That`s just how a
brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee.
Uh. Takin` rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? `Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin` around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.

[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who
move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work
and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who
roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who
work and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.

[Q-Tip]
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin` the spot of this.
Showin` to prove what rap is. ("What is
it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit  `chu wit` the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit` the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit` sh*t yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin` that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I`m askin` yo` name, bit*h.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin` and definin` yo` chick, best
compan-ion.
I`d advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your sh*t wit` more zeal. ("More
zeal.")
We in the mix and it`s thickenin`,
my rhyme and it`s tickin` in.
The hatin` and the sh*t is so sickenin`.
Picasso, original. ("`Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the sh*t amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in
it.
High Define your screen and put this brotha in
it.

[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]
("All in...") ...for the people who
move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work
and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who
roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who
work and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who
move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work
and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who
roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of
ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who
work and play, doin` it
   everyday. This is how I need to be.
("Need to be...")