Testo Late Night - Tha Eastsidaz feat. Kokane
Testo della canzone Late Night (Tha Eastsidaz feat. Kokane), tratta dall'album Duces 'N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way
(Late night) Yeah baby, I'm just out here tryna get this money
I mean it's hard hustlin, late night, y'know
(Late night) So many suckas out there tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down
(Late night) But y'know, I'm a real playa
Real hustla, real gangsta, I'm 'bout gettin this money
(Late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step to collect a nigga's bread and meat
The squares asleep but all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks gettin locked down like the yard for chow
Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes
Checkin cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks of drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Get your slang on, bang on and keep yo' chips
Baller had us called the savage beast to need to floss
Sold the hard bogard and we squeezed the saw
Late night the game tighten up a notch or two
With fake vice playin nice steady watchin you
Impossible to clock when you ain't overtimin
Devisin ways for crimes on the grind to start shinin
9 To 5 is midnight to sunrisin
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life
On a late night, that's the time we gon' ride
Nigga it's do or die
Late night, we ain't checkin for names
When the hollow points fly
On a late night, deeper and deeper
We have to get into some gangsta shit
Late night, deeper and deeper
They don't know who they fuckin with
Dead bodies with a funky smell, throw 'em in the ocean
Jack the fo' up two times, a young nigga keep coastin
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killins after killins but they don't know it's me
It's lil' G, now what you think that stand for?
I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin in the studio
Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house
Gallopin yo' shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo' shit
And it's all about the fast lane nigga
When you see me on the streets I got my finger on the trigger
Never catch me slippin when I'm on them two-wing D's
And when I get my bricks I flood your whole city into G's
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turnt out by the speelers, gaithers and rollas
On a late night, that's the time that we gon' move a gang away
Late night, they call me Chef Boyardee, pushin up some cakes
On a late night, deeper and deeper
I bang these streets for oh so long
Late night, deeper and deeper
With this game that I got I can't go wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Tracy Davis, Jerry Buddy Long, Jeffrey Andrew Fortson, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Cecil Demtruis Womack, Cordozar C. Broadus
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