Artist: Pac Div Album: GMB Song: It's All Love Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love We in the city of the angels Where the guns might bust And it's alot of imitators but there's none like us Get the funds like us hit them hunds like us Them pretty brown skin ladies with the buzz like what Fat asses and blunts and when we in New York Is your pass in the dutch Pouring yack out the cup Shout to my south niggas that's still trapping it up We talk that real shit plus we backing it up Doing over time, fuck it let's get paid My niggas on the grind, putting work like slaves Because we wanna shine, fresh cut with the blade My nigga all the time, that's why she over mine [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love I used to speak in with rats Disconnecting with crane with raps Bringing the pain like a game on straps To the top is what we aiming at Fuck your NBA you know I got more game than that But climb back and catch me puffing on the dime sack I can make a six figure nigga try and say rewind that Homie you define that show me where the crime at We roll type like philly blunts do the dime sack Besides that kinda get like plasma get Now you flat like a doormat looking for some warm wraps Talk back or we just hung up Pressed your luck I'm a call you mopping wet you up Set you up might disguise as the raising chucks Fuck 'em with thugs who ain't scared to bust Fuck pride get my praises up Thank God for flows and time we port in danger [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love He made the beat, we kick the raps I bought the weed, she bought the wraps This is the season we run the tracks If this is a dream I'm not coming back To reality this is inspiration This is hard work Lord I was in the basement Granted this is trully for the audience I do fuck with, Dedicated to the niggas that I grew up with Blew blunts with, knew we weren't waggling jobs But if you seen us on the clock you would swear we were stars Pac Div baby, we face incredible odds Now we ask you motherfuckers like a federal charge [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love I ain't gotta say much my shit talk for me Finna get the new benz, that shit part for me Large money when we ride to these beats it's like soccer the clits Do my thing since Packers and Petes Burn nigga stay opposite me No parley with me we move shit but the dolly with me New sense, new sense pocket's gotta be deep Got a 40 year old milf and she college in free You ain't even seen the sky on me or the balance Still keep the essence but the bitches ain't a challenge So they come to talk like I run around with Dalvin That fly nigga shit only run around in Calvin [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love Enough is enough man this shit don't cut a got big time Playing with a small time budget Big time moves no money to back it Back to the point where I'm packing a ratchet Live by the guns still dodging the casket Break bad bitches got 'em spot in the plastic Keep your face down spread eagle on the mattress A full moon that's exactly what that ass is Puff puff pass this, strooky with my niggas Stop the small time grind boy it's time to think bigger Time to think scrilla' fuck what they say Tryin' to think fast get paid the same way [Chorus] It's alright, don't clap for me It's all good, don't clap for me It's all love, It's all love