All Tha Time Lyrics - E-40

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 

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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 

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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