Bizzy Bone All in Togehter Lyrics:
[Bizzy Bone-Intro] (All in together now, now) Yeah, uh. That's what
I'm talkin' about Jae. (What are you doing to me,
to me) Another Studio Rat Production, please
believe it. (I love the way she do's it and she
loves the way I does it, makes a brother really
want to sing) Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how
we do it.
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus] All in together now, now/ Now, now what are you
doing to me, to me, to me?/ I like the way she
do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a
brother really want to sing
[Bizzy Bone] You can ride it all night, feel the erection deep
in your section, I got a pocket full of
protection/ She's sleepin' I'm cookin' breakfast/
Huh, still gettin' followed by those hip hop fans,
it ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I gets
hip hop head/ Let me your baby' Daddy, I keeps
bread/ And please don't get it misunderstood, I'm
from the 'hood and it be good to be there/ Talk
about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste that,
hit it all like A-Sap/ Video record it, watch how
we play it back/ We did it all like way back, live
it up and lay back/ Soon as I reach my climax, hit
the weed and freak the black/ Lookin' at me while
I'm countin' this money stacks, so sexy, yo man be
grindin' don't he say "Yeah, you can get the
best of me"/ Watch my back, you can take
charge when we in the dark, gon' make me lick that
ass, be in your stomach and nurish your heart/
Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste
that, hit it all like A-Sap/ Video record it,
watch how we play it back
[Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/cRx ]"How many people has slept in your bed?"
It's one of my questions, please/ That's why we at
the hotel, respect the presidential suite/ Eatin'
up all of my strawberries, drinkin' up all of my
good Belvi/ With a pocket full of magnum rubbers,
double XL, that's what they tell me/ Anythang,
like "B, I love you" Baby, you know you
lyin'/ You only know Bizzy, you don't know Bryon/
You think that my heart is too soft to see you
cryin' pitiful/ And, don't get mad; You fuck him
for strictly physical, I thought you was
spiritual/ My baby's mommas, and she know' who she
is/ And she can never come get that taste again,
I'm comin' to get my rim/ But I think you know
this, and I got people in the streets wondering
how'd you ever get close to one of my fortresses/
I gave you marriage, you didn't know what to do
with it/ Confused on top of the stickshift, didn't
know how to work my clutch, nitwit/ And I tried to
teach the taste of temptation to take the ticket,
I had to leave you/ As soon as you pulled the
trigger you so wicked/ Holler, holler
[Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Use the words "I love you" like the
filatio, baby/ Don't swallow it, came at the same
time, uh, you like that/ Each silhouette, each
sheet, pillow wet, eat me more, don't you bite
that/ Little freaky deaky sneek in the back of the
four door, you like that/ Won't you try that, let
me put it up in the door (Roof!) Titilation,
elevation, take it standin' with wickedness/
Tendencies candle wick, and it's hot, you got me
shakin'/ Soon as I finish I rolls up some spinach
and feel it/ The village, my niggas and killas and
dealers got the low down word the bitch was
mysterious, somebody wanna kill us/ Mob Life,
bail, bitch/ I'm best when I'm thuggin' check my
etiquette outta the bedroom and I'm thuggin' in
Columbus, yeah/ Long live The King, and The Queen
and the whole Regime/ And I deem from tipsy
bitches, split these tipsy bitches, let's split/
Man, the bitch can cut me, fuck my homies, be a
dyke and spike my Henessey/ It gotta be satan
testin' me, only God control my destiny/ And yo'
other nigga don't impress me, watch suckers full
of lust to that deadly medley, love me "Let's
be friends, let's be friends"
[Chorus]Lyrics: All in Togehter, Bizzy Bone [end]