Up All Night
E-40 Lyrics


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Yeah yeah, it’s the West Coast remix
West side the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12 V's
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
I'm all the way up
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need

I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

You niggas riding in a Lexus
I’m floating outer space with Elroy Jetson
Battlestar Galactica, who rollin’ with you?
I’m way up, twisting like the solar system, so official
Air traffics, notified
Blow the whistle, old pistol, forty-five
My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified
Bitch you better get your story right
Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose
That’s my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I’m all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don’t let me down, I’m too high for you to get me now
22 years on top so you could never forget me now
There’s no way to shut me down
Rock and roll with the lion if you’re with me now
Hit me now
I’m back to the Snoop shit
LBC, east side, that’s the movement
Gangster music, do it, do it, I do’s it
I make it rain, pop pop, bang

I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

You can catch me Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan
Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon
Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging
My granny still tell a nigga pull them all the way up
Bentley truck splashing on two chains
Got it on monster truck tires, I’m in two lanes
Hop out, Marty McFly, my kicks Liu Kang
California plates, black and yellow nigga, Wu Tang
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah Old Dirty Bastard in this Mulsanne
My whips change colors like a mood ring
I hear that Big Pun playing, nigga turn it all the way up
Back on my bullshit nigga
I’m a Golden State Warrior, fuck that Bulls shit nigga
Steph Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock
Turn your body into clay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up
Catch me on the west like 'Ye
Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre
If a bitch in my DM’s, I know what’s up
She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side
And go all the way up
Now let me see them hands
Throw them all the way up
Like I’m DJ Khaled, put ‘em all the way up
Make a west side, throw it all the way up
They looking for Eazy, I point it all the way up

I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

What you know about turning a quarter zip into a half a brick?
Making it out of the ghetto without your wig split
Wrist watches that don’t tick
With the international warranty card that comes with it (bitch!)
Courtside seats, arena suites
Shining, got diamonds, 10 thousand dollars in my teeth
Cool with the hustlers and athletes
What you make in a year, I make in a week
I can eyeball and weigh the yola, I’m an appraiser
Put you out like a cigarette butt, shut down your circuit breaker
Got a key around my neck, clientele and clout
Longevity like that boy Kevin Liles and Steve Stoute (Bosses)
One hit wonder what I’m not
I used to rap back in the days with Pac
Believed in myself, went with my gut
Tell ‘em pimp

I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12V
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
I'm all the way up
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need

I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up




All the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of E-40's "Up All Night" describe the lavish lifestyle of successful Hip-hop artists such as Snoop Dogg, Game, and E-40 himself. The song expresses the sense of achievement accompanied by hard work and perseverance. The use of repetitive statements and catchy melody gives the song an uplifting vibe, igniting feelings of confidence and a go-getter attitude. The lyrics highlight the group's financial success, making it apparent that they have achieved American Dream status. Furthermore, the song mentions the adversity faced by these artists in their climb to their jump to stardom, naming the likes of Pac and ODB as references to their moments of struggle.


In addition to its lyrics, the song has captivating beats, making it catchy and memorable, creating a feel-good atmosphere. The incorporation of musical instruments such as trumpets and drums in the chorus adds to the tune's catchy factor. The song's music style, which fuses elements of hip hop and trap, gives it an ideal party vibe, which has made it a popular choice among DJ's working in the hip-hop genre.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah yeah, it’s the West Coast remix
This is the West Coast remix of the song.


West side the best side
The west side is the best side of the city.


Snoop, Game, E-40
Snoop, Game, and E-40 are the artists on this track.


Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up All the way up I'm all the way up
I am unstoppable and at the top of my game.


Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
What do you want or need, girl?


My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin'
My group dominates this industry, we're here to stay.


Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
We are always busy making and accumulating wealth.


You got V12, I got 12 V's
You have one nice car, but I have many.


Got bottles, got weed, got molly Shorty what you want? I got what you need
I have alcohol, drugs, and anything else you might want or need.


You niggas riding in a Lexus I’m floating outer space with Elroy Jetson Battlestar Galactica, who rollin’ with you?
You may have a nice car, but I'm so high up that I feel like I'm in a spaceship. Who are your companions?


I’m way up, twisting like the solar system, so official Air traffics, notified Blow the whistle, old pistol, forty-five
I'm way up high and spinning like planets in the solar system. Air traffic control is alerted to my presence. And if necessary, I'll use my gun for protection.


My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified Bitch you better get your story right Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose That’s my nephew, so you know we got the juice
My weed is so good that people are afraid of it. Get your story straight or leave. I have power because I'm related to Papoose.


Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second I’m all the way up on this Fat Joe record Don’t let me down, I’m too high for you to get me now
Be careful what you say as it might have negative consequences. I'm featured on this Fat Joe record and I'm too successful for you to bring me down.


22 years on top so you could never forget me now There’s no way to shut me down Rock and roll with the lion if you’re with me now Hit me now
I've been successful for a long time, and people will always remember me. No one can stop me now. Join me and let's succeed together.


I’m back to the Snoop shit LBC, east side, that’s the movement Gangster music, do it, do it, I do’s it I make it rain, pop pop, bang
I'm back to making music with Snoop Dogg. The Long Beach, CA and east side, west side hip-hop communities are dominating. I'm all about gangster music and I do it well. And I make it rain with my cash.


You can catch me Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging My granny still tell a nigga pull them all the way up
I'm dancing through Manhattan doing the Milly Rock. People are jumping on the Brooklyn bandwagon now that Kobe Bryant has retired. I have a lot of cash in my pocket, and my grandmother still tells me to pull up my pants.


Bentley truck splashing on two chains Got it on monster truck tires, I’m in two lanes Hop out, Marty McFly, my kicks Liu Kang California plates, black and yellow nigga, Wu Tang
My Bentley is splashing through the water while wearing two chains. I'm driving on monster truck tires and can be in two lanes at once. When I step out, I look like a combination of Marty McFly and Liu Kang. My car has California plates and I'm a fan of Wu Tang.


Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah Old Dirty Bastard in this Mulsanne My whips change colors like a mood ring I hear that Big Pun playing, nigga turn it all the way up
My car is a Mulsanne with Old Dirty Bastard playing in it. The color of my car changes like a mood ring. And when I hear Big Pun playing, I turn the volume all the way up.


Back on my bullshit nigga I’m a Golden State Warrior, fuck that Bulls shit nigga Steph Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock Turn your body into clay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up
I'm back to my old ways and on my bullshit. I'm a Golden State Warrior, so forget about the Chicago Bulls. I have a Steph Curry-like talent with cooking drugs, and my accomplice has a gun. I'll turn your body into clay and shoot your truck to pieces.


Catch me on the west like 'Ye Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre If a bitch in my DM’s, I know what’s up She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side And go all the way up
You might find me out west like Kanye or out east like Dave. My music is heard on Beats by Dre headphones. If a woman messages me privately, I know what she wants. She's trying to have sex, so I'll help her by pulling her panties to the side.


Now let me see them hands Throw them all the way up Like I’m DJ Khaled, put ‘em all the way up Make a west side, throw it all the way up They looking for Eazy, I point it all the way up
Show me your hands and throw them all the way up. I'll put them up high like DJ Khaled. And when you're representing the west side, throw them all the way up. People are looking for Eazy-E but I'll point them up high.


What you know about turning a quarter zip into a half a brick? Making it out of the ghetto without your wig split Wrist watches that don’t tick With the international warranty card that comes with it (bitch!)
I know how to turn a small quantity of drugs into a large amount. I've made it out of the ghetto without getting hurt. I wear expensive watches that don't make a ticking sound. And I have an international warranty card to prove it.


Courtside seats, arena suites Shining, got diamonds, 10 thousand dollars in my teeth Cool with the hustlers and athletes What you make in a year, I make in a week
I have expensive and exclusive seats at sports games, and even luxury suites. I shine brightly with my diamonds and I spent $10,000 on my teeth. I get along with both hustlers and athletes. And I make more money in a week than most people make in a year.


I can eyeball and weigh the yola, I’m an appraiser Put you out like a cigarette butt, shut down your circuit breaker Got a key around my neck, clientele and clout Longevity like that boy Kevin Liles and Steve Stoute (Bosses)
I can accurately estimate and measure drugs, so I'm like an appraiser. I can also eliminate you like a cigarette butt and turn off your power. I have a key around my neck, signifying my control and influence. And I have longevity in this business, as seen with Kevin Liles and Steve Stoute.


One hit wonder what I’m not I used to rap back in the days with Pac Believed in myself, went with my gut Tell ‘em pimp You got V12, I got 12V
I'm not a one-hit wonder. I used to rap with Tupac back in the day. I believed in myself and made the right decisions. And now, I have more cars than you do.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG Rights Management
Written by: EDWARD DAVADI, REMIY KIONI SMITH, SHANDEL GREEN, MARCELLO VALENZANO, ANDRE CHRISTOPHER LYON, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA

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Eric O.

This one slaps! I mean they all do. I've been peeping the new album all day, slapping it in my Cadillac. This one knocks though! And you got young Clyde on it too! Keep it up bro, the new albums are raw!

El Burdigato

Slap this shit and slap some ass tonight!
Happy New Year ppl!

Lil_ Gurbs

Slappin this and cruisin late at night

Omar Aguilar

Slapper 4 sure ...

kingmahdi66

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LilCaye9

dope song

obtuse MM

Dedicated this to T3/\/
Slap this for your man
Let’s kick til the sunrise 🌅 💪🏿

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omg great flow e-40

RobbiX503

Clyde and Fik on a track would be to much!!

nicholas stauffer

higher than u r - cousin fik ft. clyde carson

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