All Black Everything - B-Real, Demrick, Snow Tha Product

All black everything, just like paint

Rolling down the block, I’m cruising

Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East

I’m moving, I’m moving

East and the East and the killers in the West

Just get smoking

Why you fucking with stress?

Break in my line if you don’t know the dock

Get in line, don’t fuck around looking for my crop

Get dumb as the one that’s the rise to the top

Product of Versace I’mma hit you with the Glock

Bitch we riding high, we keep stacking

Money like coats in closets, keep racking

Backs like Cali quakes, keep cracking

Skilled what the doctor know, what up with no slacking

All black everything, just like paint

Rolling down the block, I’m cruising

Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East

I’m moving, I’m moving

East and the East and the killers in the West

Just get smoking

Why you fucking with stress?

Killer in the game and the one finna pop

So don’t mind if I come around, spend a little guap

Snow been the chick, all these rap bitches jock

All these bum bitches, I’m the cream of the crop

Look I’m riding 'round, I been got it

Robbing these banks, these dudes, and these pockets

All of these hating bitches still watching

But I don’t get no pay for no talking

Constant

All black everything, just like paint

Rolling down the block, I’m cruising

Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East

I’m moving, I’m moving

East and the East and the killers in the West

Just get smoking

Why you fucking with stress?

Couple rolled up for the road

Hotbox any spot that I go

Yah

Steamed like a pot on the stove

Chase that with a shot of Patron

Fuck stacking my papers

But that just assesses I make it

I know boy it’s coming

You don’t like where I’m at

Then I know for a fact

People really hate what I’m becoming

I came in this game with a flow and a flame

Never go’n switch man the story’s the same

Drinking this liquor, I fuck with my niggas

I always deliver, that’s not gonna change

Ribs on a raise, tits on a frame

Jet fuel on a plane

Her ass is ridic, she grabbed on my stick

Trying drive me insane

All black everything, just like paint

Rolling down the block, I’m cruising

Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East

I’m moving, I’m moving

East and the East and the killers in the West

Just get smoking

Why you fucking with stress?