All In
Berner and San Quinn Lyrics
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All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
I'm on, like shit, I ain't worried 'bout them
Be cool, make you bury your friend
Two girls on my dick, I let 'em roll my weed
One call to the Berner, move it all in a day
Pray to God don't get lost on the way
I move so much weight, I caught me a case
Fuck the police, that's all I'm gon' say
But shit, look at them rims
Look at my wrist, take a look at my bitch
The car I just parked cost three of four bricks
The pack talk for me, I don't need to say shit
Yeah I blow brown bag money
Go hard, y'all don't have no money
Broke bitches get mad, if they don't bring cash
Yeah, then I act all funny
But back to the pack though
Big Bern be really in the trap though
Bet your mans know we'll do the whole thing
we don't let the half go, cash up front, yeah that's mando
I got a problem, all I do is ball
40 Cal Glock like your homeboy fall
Been around the world, I came right back
24 hours go too damn fast, hello
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
nigga hol' up
Like in my dream, she gettin' too close, you doin' too much
Nigga-nigga-nigga hol' up
I hate when a nigga be runnin' his mouth
Click-clack, put the gun in his mouth
Niggas ain't got search warrants, wearin' these Michael Jordans
Niggas run in y'all mothafuckin' house
In and we out, nigga, we in a drought
That's the reason why we in your house, nigga
Act like you know somethin'
But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin'
Don't mention my name
I don't know gun things
I don't know pot things
I don't know who got the Rondo
I don't know who got the John blow
I don't know a rich condo
I don't know the head honcho
I don't know who get it pronto, uh
I ain't no mothafuckas ?
?
I got 24 hours
Break a, take a piss take a shower
Make a hundred thousand dollar plate in an hour
It's YG 4hunnid!
The people gon' talk, yeah I know what they say
I could care less, they gon' hate anyway
I'm fuckin' new bitches like every day
Boy I hit it and quit it then be on my way
Stay in your lane, mothafuckas know my name
Nah I ain't for no games
I'm just sayin', full blood all in my veins
Real niggas know what I'm sayin'
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
all in a day
Smoke it, smoke it, yeah
Burn it, burn it, yeah
Light it, light it, yeah
Higher than pilots, boo (yeah)
Higher than pilots, yeah
Bitch I am, yeah
Drippin' so get me some napkins
I'm blood
I'm a real young money gettin' nigga
Okay
Even though I got you lean on some molly and the E and ?
I ain't hatin'
Never been gay, even though I ball all day (Bengay)
My neck and my wrist and my ears and my fingers
They shinin', they wet like a lake
I'll shoot a pussy nigga five times in his back like blick lake
I'ma take the bitch, she let me nut inside her mouth
And I didn't even take her on a date
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Been around the world, did it all in a day, all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
All in a day
The song "All In" by Berner and San Quinn speaks of a fast-paced lifestyle where one can do it all in just a day. The artists talk about their experiences of making big money, carrying a 40 Cal Glock, and not being afraid of the police. They refer to haters and groupies who are always in the way, but they don't let them distract their focus from the work.
The chorus repeats several times throughout the song, emphasizing that everything they did was all in a day. They talk about traveling the world, hitting it with new girls every day, and coming back to the same lifestyle. The fast tempo and hard-hitting nature of the lyrics reflect the energy of a can-do attitude, where one can accomplish anything in a day.
Overall, "All In" is a song about living life in the fast lane, where nothing is impossible, and everything can be accomplished in a day. It promotes a lifestyle of hard work, hustling, and not letting anything stop you from achieving your dreams.
Line by Line Meaning
All in a day, I did it all in a day, I did it all in a day
I accomplished it all in a single day
I'm on, like shit, I ain't worried 'bout them
I'm focused and not concerned about anyone else
Be cool, make you bury your friend
Stay calm or you'll end up with a funeral to attend
Two girls on my dick, I let 'em roll my weed
I have two women with me who roll my marijuana for me
Big cash, no 20s or 10s
I have a large amount of money, only in hundred dollar bills
One call to the Berner, move it all in a day
I can move a large amount of product with one call to Berner
Pray to God don't get lost on the way
I hope I don't get lost or arrested on my way to make the deal
I move so much weight, I caught me a case
I have moved so much product that I have been arrested for it
Fuck the police, that's all I'm gon' say
I do not respect the police
But shit, look at them rims
Check out the rims on my car
Look at my wrist, take a look at my bitch
Check out my watch and my woman
The car I just parked cost three of four bricks
I spent the value of three or four bricks of product on my car
The pack talk for me, I don't need to say shit
My product speaks for itself
Yeah I blow brown bag money
I spend a lot of money on illegal activities
Go hard, y'all don't have no money
I hustle more than others because they don't have as much money
Broke bitches get mad, if they don't bring cash
Women who are broke get upset if they can't provide cash
Yeah, then I act all funny
I become hostile towards them
But back to the pack though
Let's talk about the product again
Big Bern be really in the trap though
Berner really moves a lot of product
Bet your mans know we'll do the whole thing
Your friends know we can handle the full transaction
we don't let the half go, cash up front, yeah that's mando
We don't sell just half, and we need payment upfront
I got a problem, all I do is ball
I spend all my money on lavish things
40 Cal Glock like your homeboy fall
I have a 40 caliber Glock as my weapon of choice
Been around the world, I came right back
I have traveled the world and returned home
24 hours go too damn fast, hello
Time flies by too quickly
Hatin' ass niggas be all in the way, all in the way
Jealous people obstruct my path
Groupie ass bitches be all in my face, all in my face
Women who are only interested in celebrities bother me
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Wait a minute
nigga hol' up
Wait a minute, man
Like in my dream, she gettin' too close, you doin' too much
In my dream, a woman got too close and was doing too much
Nigga-nigga-nigga hol' up
Wait a minute, man
I hate when a nigga be runnin' his mouth
I dislike when someone talks too much
Click-clack, put the gun in his mouth
I will use a gun to stop him from talking
Niggas ain't got search warrants, wearin' these Michael Jordans
Police don't have warrants but just harass people based on their clothing
Niggas run in y'all mothafuckin' house
People break into your house and steal from you
In and we out, nigga, we in a drought
We quickly steal and leave because we need the money
That's the reason why we in your house, nigga
We're in your house because we want to steal from you
Act like you know somethin'
Pretend you know things
But in that interrogation room act like you know nothin'
In the interrogation room, pretend you don't know anything
Don't mention my name
Don't say my name in regards to illegal activities
I don't know gun things
I don't know anything about guns
I don't know pot things
I don't know anything about marijuana
I don't know who got the Rondo
I don't know who has the Rondo (slang for a certain type of marijuana)
I don't know who got the John blow
I don't know who has the John blow (slang for cocaine)
I don't know a rich condo
I don't know about a luxurious condominium
I don't know the head honcho
I don't know who is in charge
I don't know who get it pronto, uh
I don't know who gets it quickly
I ain't no mothafuckas ?
I am not a snitch
?
I got 24 hours
I only have 24 hours in a day
Break a, take a piss take a shower
Take a break to use the bathroom and shower
Make a hundred thousand dollar plate in an hour
I can make a dish worth $100,000 in an hour
It's YG 4hunnid!
It's YG, representing 400
The people gon' talk, yeah I know what they say
People will talk about me, but I know what they're saying
I could care less, they gon' hate anyway
I don't care, they will hate me regardless
I'm fuckin' new bitches like every day
I have sex with new women every day
Boy I hit it and quit it then be on my way
I have sex with them and then leave
Stay in your lane, mothafuckas know my name
Mind your own business, people know me
Nah I ain't for no games
I'm not playing around
I'm just sayin', full blood all in my veins
I'm just stating that I'm full of energy
Real niggas know what I'm sayin'
Genuine people understand what I'm saying
Smoke it, smoke it, yeah
Smoke it some more
Burn it, burn it, yeah
Burn it some more
Light it, light it, yeah
Light it up again
Higher than pilots, boo (yeah)
I'm really high
Higher than pilots, yeah
I'm really high
Bitch I am, yeah
I'm the man
Drippin' so get me some napkins
I'm sweating a lot
I'm blood
I'm part of the Blood gang
I'm a real young money gettin' nigga
I'm a young man making money
Okay
Okay
Even though I got you lean on some molly and the E and ?
Even though you're under the influence of drugs like Molly and ecstasy
I ain't hatin'
I'm not being negative
Never been gay, even though I ball all day (Bengay)
I'm not homosexual, even though I play basketball all day
My neck and my wrist and my ears and my fingers
My jewelry is on my neck, wrists, ears, and fingers
They shinin', they wet like a lake
My jewelry is shiny and glistening
I'll shoot a pussy nigga five times in his back like blick lake
I will shoot a coward in the back five times like a lake being shot at
I'ma take the bitch, she let me nut inside her mouth
I will have sex with the woman, and she will let me finish in her mouth without any other acts of intimacy
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MICHAEL CLEMONS, NATHAN CLEMONS, HASKEL JR JACKSON, HASKEL JACKSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Richierich
Bern goes in hard on this track!
694Grider
Baldhead Rick gassin 20+ years later! UNLV fo life!
Serg Knight
Dope track!
Matthew Orr
A slapper!!!
Demarcus Eason
Goes hard in the paint cookies and cream
Zackery Revell
Album is dope! July 16th release
kushdaniel
The blunt behind baldhead ear is defying physics standing staight up
Kevin Paul
this ish right here is some standard music, but these cats back in the day - San Quinn and Baldhead Rick, they were legendary, like some of the best rappers on earth, but when the music lost that 90s heart, they went from being the greatest to being standard, nothing special, how common is it for people to sell out their heart to make money? In this era I that is all I have seen - people selling out to others for their personal gain. They can't ever get back that true fire, not because they have grown up and don't have the energy - but because the music lost it's heart.
mone sevenoseven
unlv baby baldhead came sick witit
jose munoz
Slapper bay shit