Hey, all the way back from the 213, 310 'Cross to the 313, 404, back to the 718 Nigga, Brooklyn (What? Ohh) This Chef Boy IzzR I got the homie B Flame in the spot And this the new hot (All night long) Tell them bouncer niggaz, let my niggaz in the building We gon' get this motherfucker started Yeah, oh, yeah (All night long) Hey yo, my money ain't never short Ask my hoes, my dick never soft Uh oh, I got a mean bop in my walk And I'm from the well known Brooklyn, New York, okay Now if you see me please don't holler But baby if you feel me you can throw me a dollar Hey, shorty, over there with the big ol' hair She look a lil' heartbroken, let me give you a fix Now we could burn 'em, burn 'em good leaves from the earth Till you get a buzz, get to lifting your skirt The whole East Coast wanna know who banging Tell 'em boys 'Shakedown' and we got them things Well, what the fuck? (All night long!) If you got some style You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up Now pull ya hat down low, okay Now back them bitches up off ya (All night long) If you got some style You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up Now pull ya hat down low, okay Now back them bitches up off ya (All night long) Go 'head, dawg, get ya dollars, I got 'em in abundance I'm from the bottom, I get it from the dungeons Yeah, they thirsty, waiting on my debut I chase cash, not cat, like Pepe Le Pu I got style, dressed in Gucci Brooklyn nigga, A-Town stomping to oochie, whoa Hit 'em high, hit 'em low Pedal to the floor in the 6 'cause the 5 too slow Oh, Cafe, but I like parquet All Star Game, I'm found right on the parquet Yeah, what up shorty? You hot shorty You make me wanna pass the route to you shorty If you got some style You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up Now pull ya hat down low, okay Now back them bitches up off ya (All night long) Hey, yo, I don't negotiate R&B chicks want me to procreate That lame over there, yeah, I know he hate Just because he got a safe, nah, he ain't safe Why all the big talk, dawg? You ain't hot You ain't ready for the Thug Life, you ain't Pac You the type that act tough when you pop in a room But I know yo style, you wouldn't pop a balloon You wanna get some money, you wanna get some cash Fuck wit' some real G niggaz, from the Ave Holla Shakedown, when we checkin' attendance I'm on my Grizzly, like I play for Memphis If you got some style You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up Now pull ya hat down low, okay Now back them bitches up off ya (All night long) What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh All night long What? Ohh, what? Ohh, what? Ohh All night long