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Artist: Esham f/ Heather Hunter, Kool Keith
Album:  Tongues
Song:   All Night Everyday
Typed by:
All night everyday
[Heather Hunter]
You can have it your way baby
All night everyday
[Heather Hunter]
I can give you whatchu need
All night everyday
[Heather Hunter]
Beats keep bumpin' 'round my way
All night everyday
[Heather Hunter]
Body needs my super cream
Get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit' homies that's made
Come through ya town, put it down like a parade
See I come from Detroit and it's all about Dylan
When I Black Jack five dollas stacked to the ceiling
In my V12 'Boomin' Words' straight from Hell
Blaze green all day, tell me what do ya smell
Bump the beat up in city heat, double-oh-7
East side I ride, AK-47
You can get a lap dance for less than 20 dollas
Playas in my city known for poppin' they collas
The styles that you runnin' 'round wit' is ours
You and them 'Shady' suckas is nothin' but cowards
Bang ya brains in the dirt, make ya go bezerk
If you rap wit' Emily, your ass gon' get murk
I'm the E to the S to the H-A-M
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
Pull a jack, sell a sack 'cuz the babies need similac
You remember that rollin' in a Cadillac
You wanna' battle rap, I swing the battle axe
Chop ya head off until Hailey go tattle that (da-da)
[Heather Hunter]
All night everyday you can have it ya way
I gotta clock my pay from Detroit to LA
Ok, it's Heather Hunter not the 'Number 1 Stunna'
In the Collady Fair, fast as the Road Runna
The bitches they speak about, the freak of the week no doubt
Ya man was late for dinner 'cuz he was eatin' me out
I get it on like that 'cuz I was born like that
Ya man jacked off to my porn in fact
'Cuz it's too hard to mack me
I be 'Cummin' on America' 'Action and Jack me' 
Cream on, Heather Hunter, twice as nice
Screw the right thing and watch the ice bling
So tell me how you want it, push or pull
2Pac was ridin' me on a mechanical bull
It's all I think about, when I be puffin' on a blunt
Plus I give head like a Shaolin Monk
[Kool Keith]
I used to pick up a pan 
My friend keep a CD in the van
People to win you can
NATAS back now, suckas don't slack now
No time to act now, me on the East Side
Rollin' the E ride, girls can come slide
Into the dark room, emotional heart room
Bass can bang-boom, X and mushrooms
Hotels paid for, freakin' in all the rooms
Girls, booties get live tonight, spread the lap dance
Y'all get high tonight, ladies in love
On my jock, and cry tonight, suckas say 'Why tonight'
Pick up the hotline, baby, you think ya fine
I'll putcha first if ya wanna be the girl of mine
Wine and dine, puffin' chronic, crime
Move ya curse, grab ya purse
Me and E shootin' fireworks
[Heather Hunter Talking/Moaning]